Where is the love that I must find?
Oh, I know it's in my mind.
Where is the love of which I speak?
It's there somewhere for me to seek.
Where is the love that has no end?
I think it must be 'round the bend.
Where is the love of which I sing?
It's in my memory to which I cling.
Where is the love that I can't see?
I think it must be lost in me.
And all the places that there are
always seem to be too far
from where it is I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem