See the mountains kiss high heave And the waves clasp one anather No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother And the sunlight clasps the earth And the...
Love starsts with a little throb in the heart, And in the end one dies Like an ill-treated toy. Love is born in a look or in four words, The little spark that burnt the whole...
Love is love, the swelling song of the heart The soild on which is graven an image, To yearn, to dream for endless nights, To await the footfalls of the beloved. *** Love is...
