I love the way
you love
to love.
So early in the morning.
Light is grey,
a hint of chill
birds dont dare to stir.
I love the way
you love to love.
So late in the night.
A nimbus glow
around the moon.
I love the way you love to
love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
many ways there are.....every one has ways they loved....