I was told by the four winds
that were I the magma
of a rumpling volcano...
Maybe the green hood of waves
breaking in sparkling translucency
over trillions of shimmering sand grains.
Or had I the brittle fragility
of a white feathered dandelion
dancing the meadows...
Then I would know more about love´s invariability
than the wisest man on the Planet.
But I´m not.
Then I met you.
And now I know
And now I know
that love is closer to star-blinking morning dew
and the melting sound of snow-crystals on your
nose -
than I could possibly imagine.
Love is
when I dream so sweet
that only fairytales compete.
It´s when my mind will shout
that I could not have done
without you.
Suddenly I understand
it´s when I love for love.
Just that.
No other reason.
Kamete
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