POEM Of Love The one who says – “I Love You”– is a sad fiddler– who has lost his song. Only if Love itself– had a tongue! A thousand– blissful hoopoes– laugh inside of your eyes. Thousands of silent canaries– stay still in my throat; If only Love itself– could have a word! -.-.- The one who says– “I Love You”– is a sorrowful midnight– that looks for its moonlight; Only if Love itself– could have talked! Thousands of suns– smile in your tread. Thousands of gloomy stars– cry in my yearning; If only Love itself– could be speaking!