Not out of the dust of clay I propose
Nor from the flash of fleeting emotions
Love's a choice to its object sure
It's only done intentionally
Love makes no noise, sure that's empty too
Lest it sounds make of fool of you
Love's a choice beyond what you feel
It's only done intentionally
Though many good gifts thee may possess
With prophecy and mysteries to show.
But love's a choice not what you know
It's only done intentionally.
And to every poor much food be served
Fire burns the body for just show en display
Love's a choice and not a show
It's deliberate and only done intentionally.
It gives itself to suffer loss in pain
No matter the price and sacrificial stain
Love chooses to loose everything
Seeks no gain and expects none in `turn
It lay itself down and suffers wrong
Then turns and forgives the all insult and scorn
Love! It's only done intentionally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem