Will love win on this day
What will hate burn in us
Does love have a chance
If we are given the choice
I hope that we will see
Within ourselves a caring
Tender self that dares not
Give into the burning heat
We can choose to smile
To offer a tender look
Our hearts yearn to love
And reveal its four selves
Hatred does not win in us
Until we surrender ourselves
To its vulgar poisons
It is not a cup we must drink
Drink not of its potion
That it may destroy us all
Remember to be kind on this day
Love wins if we choose to allow it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem