But why love?
Love made no choice
it waited, sometimes in blooming flowers,
sometimes in the ashes of an extinguished flame,
sometimes in broken, faltering resolutions,
making its way deep into the heart
Love learned its duty,
that it can touch the unfathomable depths of the heart
without a sound,
it can blossom in a smile,
it can even shimmer in tears.
And thus, love attained perfection
Where every breath, every touch
began to tell its story.
Nowin the warmth of the sun,
in the coolness of the moon,
in the murmur of the rivers,
in the vibration of the wind,
in the soil of the rain
a gentle line of love,
like a traveler of destiny,
flows towards us all
