Love is patient,
Love is kind,
And to err is an ordinary state in the human life,
So to obtain the type that mimics this kind,
A number of things have to be done right.
These fruits are hard to thrive in a habitat of the mortal kind,
But the spirit in us is capable of giving them a striving chance,
This in itself is reason enough to make effort to mirror the virtues of divine kind,
So that in their everyday practice we can relay what it means to Love,
Because Love is not only a feeling to be embodied,
But also a collection of acts to be practiced.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem