Yes, love is all
each day and night,
it comes like a call
or a sunny bright.
In to each day
and playful about,
it is life's way
and, its doubt.
It loves and gives
and delivers too,
it in hearts lives
and is there for you.
In its many ways
and playful like songs,
it has its beat plays
and inside longs.
With everything to do
that comes to be,
with so much up to you
what you in love can see.
For it is so endless
in time and in space,
its gift is like a caress
of heart's many ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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