Love … love is a bird, free to fly with or against the wind.
It land on our hearts, and sing a benignant melody,
so nice that we, mostly, just cant stop listening.
For it we changes ourselves, and we can give many
We may offer our soul on a plate of silver
But as a bird, love soon fly again.
Then we shall suffer.
Then we shall feel pain.
Catch the bird to close him deeply
in the vault of you heart keep it closely
to feel the love for as long as your life.
as your loved one so become your wife.
But a bird is only living freely.
and enclosure, for him is deadly.
Listen the song of the love.
try to tame him not to move.
may the branch of your life's tree
become his home, so he can stay free.
And singing the love's melody
As long as your life may be.
Please accept my best Humbly regards.