Love is the unseen energy,
Binding us all through magical chain,
It's the unconditional concern,
That a mother has for her birdie.
Love is the way you look at me, stealthily,
Similar to the way honey a bee sucks,
Without, the least, hurting the flowers,
It's the kisses that I paint on your lips daily.
Love is what hatred is not,
It's everywhere but can only by the blessed be got.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem