The display of loving is 
a sight to behold; 
be it subtle or ever so bold.
An ideal of 2 manifesting in life; 
stark reality that has the tendency 
to revive the senses
and give a purpose to continue, 
to look around, 
observe
and 
taste Life's menu.
Loving makes us happy to be alive
giving us hope and a reason 
to survive.
And though Love may be blind it can see
throughout time, 
into 
eternity: 
When loving occurs in 
humanity..                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    