What of love? What value does one place upon love?
Our souls? I think not. It is not ours to give.
What will we sacrifice for it? Our lives? I think not. For
to sacrifice a life is to leave empty handed. What would we
give to receive it? Our inner being? I think not.
For it is a gift in and of itself and can not be bought.
What would we change to have it? Our very existence? I
think not. Time would return us back to our former selves.
Who would we manipulate to gain it? Other lives? I think
not. That is beyond our grasp and would leave us with
frustrated hearts. What does one do for love?
BE STILL.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Boy, am I delighted that I came here tonight to read. For tonight, I found a real treasure. This is one of the greatest prose pieces I have ever read. What a way to make use of the English language! Not one wasted word. What a treasure! Thank you! Whoever you are. GW62