Love is like a feather, balanced on a cliff.
One swoosh of the wind, the feather rose away.
One dropp of the rains, the fall is great
But placed on it a pebble, unbeatable it be by any element.
Oh I tell you this with a sigh!
Love is the miracle of life, too good to be wasted.
Love’s path be filled by thorns but,
Once through, the wisest be born!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, the magic of love must b appreciated, i like the message of perseverance....