What Love Is

What love is, I asked the dawn,
and she said to me---
a piece of rainbow, that gives her a cruel fate,
to be born in the morning and be scratched with the night...


What love is, I asked the rivers,
and they whispered---
silver water, streaming, racing with the days,
born from above---the child of a star...


What love is, I asked the sky,
and it smiled that the sun it is,
among clouds, thick,
from the darkness taken away,
and in the evening---
behind a shadow of a pale moon...


What love is, I asked the soul,
and she kissed me on both eyes,
and quietly whispered, "Love is life,
love---to be in the pulse of another heart!"

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