People say that love is strong why, call they what has no body strong, when it is incorporeal it cannot move nor do anything on its own. Love always need thoughts and truth, to give it a spirit feelings, a soul actions for a body. In love is not to love once she was not, though I pretended a capricious salty ocean wave a horse shaking her mane on a craggy mountainside I tried to row in the right direction but she, biting wind always changing directions now she is spring forever a field warm, wind blowing through flower-petals the sun flowing warming rays, yellowing the grass and she flies, a bird nibbling flowers and singing harmony many notes at once now I am shy and wait only for knowing our foundation. |