A beautiful poem.
Share this:
- Print (Opens in new window) Print
- Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
- Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
- Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
- Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
- Share on X (Opens in new window) X
- Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
- Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
- Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram
- Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp
Does love get tired? Certainly (or not). But it’s beauty never fades, never tires of a guest to share of its fame, or it’s gloom or its expanse. All I am saying is that love always wants to share, and waits daily for who to share with – share the steps and if you choose to count, you may never get to nineteenth. One might even be too much and it doesn’t seem to follow nominal values.
Many thanks for your comment. Best, Kevin