When you know,
Take it slow.
Give it a chance to grow.
Let it burn inside you like a stove.
Descend on you like a dove.
Like a princess that wants it most.
You can’t hurry love.
Love, love,
Love full with it’s problems to solve.
No! You can’t hurry love.
Knowing how special you can feel.
You can’t hurry love.
Looking every where,
Making it not clear,
To the one you know now.
To get it some how,
Cause love is a special thing.
Everyone needs to bring,
Bring along to make it meaningful.
To make it beautiful,
For you, for me.
So you can’t hurry love,
Knowing how special you can feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This a nice one...good...