Love is love
When the heart trembles before trust
Surrendering not itself to vain pulse.
Love is love
When the heart refuses to drown
In some severe selfish stream,
Not losing itself to a mirage
That only alters bonds.
Love is love
When the heart won't say 'Adieu'
Due to errors and life's abrupt glooms,
For all these are mere moments
That also dwell in life's endless pouch:
Love is that act to at last say 'Ad infinitum! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem