beauty is not yet bloomed

The thing called beauty is not yet bloomed in the heart of man The man has no true heart to be a true lover; It makes the world seem hard to live It draws the wonder of earth in vain. Men just think to realize the truth of love Wandering from heart to heart, from soul to soul But still hard to fine the true love. Wandering, why it seems high Wandering, why it seems hard Wandering, why it seems unbelievable The thing called beauty is not yet bloomed in the heart of man. It makes wonder crazy It makes beauty insane Which is why, every man is in search of true love? When it is there in man’s heart and soul. Soul by soul Heart by heart Just making to believe What love mean, is true to all man.