Love is not a story.
It’s not in time.
It has no yesterday and no tomorrow.
Love is fresh, alive, fragrant and does’t belong to thought.
A dancing beauty
in the whisper of the wind, in the warmth of the sun,
under the rain.
A fresh breeze penetrating the depth of the heart,
the true intimacy.
You cannot hold love,
as soon as you try to catch it, it eludes you,
and only an innocent heart can fully live it.