For one who knows not,
What is love, if not a feeling,
What is love without two lovers,
Love is a passion,
The deepest of passions that burns within me,
When my eyes alight apon you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its cold fire it burns..not in ashes... it sears.... deep... the wound it leaves is never going to heal... that is..if its love...