Love is a many-splendored thing
Nonexistent at times
As well as constant and smothering
Love is a many-splendored thing
Hot to the touch
Giving pause to shout and sing
Love is a many-splendored thing
Cold and callous
Making you wish it were only a dream
Love is a many-splendored thing
Moving to and fro
Causing many bells to ring
Love is a many-splendored thing
Angry for the pain
Conscious of the hurtful sting
Love is a many-splendored thing
Reaching heights unknown
Making wintry winds feel like spring
Love is a many-splendored thing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful song, sung from within the heart's truth.