Love
is
music,
is
love,
is
sap
and
juice:
in
infinite
colors
of
a
summer
sun.
Love
is
breeze,
love
is
balsam.
It’s
fire
and
it
burns,
but
it’s
not
seen
and
it
isn’t
felt.
Love
is
light,
love
is
peace
in
blue
roses
of
twin
souls.
Love
is
the
desire
of
light
and
skin,
heart
and
honey.
Love
is
light,
nuances
of
tender
words.
Love
is
the
exchange
of
breaths,
living
rare
moments.
Love
is
all,
love
is
more.
Love
is
yes,
love
is
much.
It’s
substance-life,
infinitude.
