Love is a matrid of
rainbow colors
there hues
in your life
the emotions
uncover.
Emotions in life
of love
the colors.
Every hue to the eye
different passion
of love
egret of grace
can we wonder
but why?
Love is not of but
colors the prism
of light restricts
such things.
Love is the mountain
of unexplored things
thoughts
emotions cannot
conquer such
things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the gift of God..........is the brain...........treasure it.........all the feelings..........will be just fine............