love trumps destiny
if it is pure love
given from God above
love in all humility
is more pure than gold
it is the deepest richness
that we may never own
love is a gift from Heaven
beyond any price
though if rejected
it turns colder then ice
and blacker then the night
in the era of humanity
it has stabbed many hearts
with its cold dark knife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem