That caresses the heart, silently,
It is a spark in the universe,
A fire that burns endlessly, but without night.
It has neither form nor precise face,
It creeps in everywhere, in every breath,
Sometimes gentle, sometimes as strong as a cry,
It heals and defies all that suffers.
Love asks for nothing, but to be lived,
It flourishes in simple gestures,
In a smile, a look, a “I waited for you”,
It transforms everything, even the shadow of an eyelash.
It is neither master nor slave of time,
It survives wounds, violent winds,
Because love is this eternal present,
That finds its place where there was nothing.
M.A.
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