LOVE

Hearts should be filled with joy,
Love should flow like rivers in spring.
Sometimes in the nightingale’s song in the woods,
Sometimes in the cranes whirling in sacred dance.

Sometimes on the wings of seagulls,
Sometimes in a dream of freedom,
Reflected in the lover’s eyes,
Where the sky holds the soul of all colors.

Love should find its essence in the stars,
It is the seed that sprouts in the soil,
In spring’s generous embrace,
Love must be the green shoot that grows.

As the soul enters the mother’s womb,
Love is the essence of unborn life.
It lives in a mother’s tender scent,
Like the scent of earth after rain.

Love is the crimson sun rising at dawn.
It is the love of a snowdrop for the sun.
It is the earth’s love for water,
and the roots’ love for soil.
Love is the name of what flows between hearts.