why we call it love....
what is a love....
what we feel about it...
its a feelings...
another feelings...
poetic warm feelings that makes your heart beats...
beats so fast with no control howver you saw whom you love..
its a shares feelings with a lover that you could give all what you have for whom you love...
its a happiness that you never ever get from any one only from a one who knows what you hide inside your heart for...
its a soul and a heart and a body, that can share with a lover...
only with a lover...
that is a love...
that is why we call it love...
as we all as a humans created to be as a couple...
to love each others and to make a great love...
that love with no shame...
love and a making with no stop...
what do you think? ?
by: hazem02@yahoo.com
Charming and sweet poem, similarly as all which you are writing about feeling. Greetings for you :) Maria Barbara Korynt
a beautiful poem and beating one, the hottness of that feeling radiate through your true and honest and craving words..well done Hazem
u have your own expression of love and it is shown here in your piece...i have mine.. love is never a part of hatred it is watered and cared love should go hand in hand wth respect honesty sincerity and naughtiness.. love is defined as a perfect feeling.. others may agree, others may not. .but for me, love is never a jealous never be a competetion and never been unkind... and lastly, , , love is free to everybody...its for friends, relatives and for lovers..naizz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice and lovely write