What is this love
that makes me see beauty,
and makes every beautiful thing
bring you back to me?
What is this love
that makes me declare 'I love you'
even though I uttered it
only a moment ago?
What is this love
that keeps growing even when my chest is sore
and it hurts to love you any more?
Tell me:
How am I to find what this love is
when it was the one to find you, me,
this verse, and this universe?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love makes everything beautiful..
Yes, thank you. I completely agree.