Love, can you be found -
in the fleeting wind,
in the flowing stream,
in the dimming memory?
Love, are you present -
when the grasses wilt,
when sighs fill the air,
when revenge is waged?
Love, will you come -
when a heart is hateful,
when a hand reaches out,
when a voice yells a call?
Love, will you be there -
when passions cool down,
when smiles become bitter,
when a sincerity is doubted?
Love, who are you -
a challenge to the soul,
a buoy to mark the place,
or a vision soon to vanish?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One thing I know is this - love is a principle, and principles don't just vanish. Great work!