Love is in the air
with memories not gone,
affection is everywhere
giving and going on.
Life is not empty
if you have someone to care,
it shall make you free
knowing of your love there.
Love is a life thing
with pleasures going by,
into your heart it will sing
and not easily say goodbye.
For if it is true always
it will be inside so near,
and to each affection it plays,
"it's so nice to have it here".
Love is a wonderful flame
to bring to the heart,
nothing will again be the same
each day when afresh you'll start.
For life is all about this
a feeling that inside goes,
a dream at first it is
but with love to outside it grows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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