Liebe ist wie eine Blume, <br />sie waechst in der Wueste, <br />einsam vielleicht doch froh <br />und gluecklich ueber ihr Dasein, <br />weder die Sonne noch der Sand <br />machen ihr zu schaffen, sie strebt... <br />immer dem Himmel entgegen <br /> <br /> <br />Love, a weed perceived to be <br />a flower by the hopeful crowd, <br />it grows in barren deserts as a weed, <br />lonely yet filled with happiness and joy <br />perhaps of its own fate and destiny. <br />Neither sun nor finely chiseled grains <br />of innate sand affect its ambience at all, <br />and like a living thing it thrives and strives <br />toward the heavens far beyond the starry sky.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-love-again/
