Love, Love, Love... O Love...
What other name can we give you?
Sweeter than milk and honey,
You test fresher than passions from the Mountains of the Moon.
More obsessive than wine, even to the most noblest of men.
Kings risk their kingdoms to have you.
Princes risk their future throwns and rich territories;
Territories with the finest oil, silver, gold and diamonds just to taste you.
Those that have tested your sweetness have tasted from the
fountains of everlasting life.
Those who are drunk of you are drunk of the eternal satisfaction,
peace and happiness.
They are drunk of the finest wine, and their satisfaction is eternal.
Love, Love, Love... O Love...
What is your alternative O love?
Who is your twin sweet love?
What is sweet as you?
Even philosophers will choose you and leave honor,
knowledge and riches.
Love, Love, Love... O Love...
Is it you that we feel when we dream while in
the fields of the most beautiful and sweet smelling of flowers?
No, you are better than that;
The peace you give, the eternal happiness you create...
It's all amazing...
It all assures me that life after death is real.
Love, Love, Love... O Love...
Let me have you... Let me feel you...
Let me taste what you have that the strongest,
richest, wisest, most honorable and heroes of this world price about you.
Let me sleep in you and wakeup in you.
Let me feel you while am awake, asleep, even when I wake up again...
Let me taste the obsession you create in both men and women.
Am sure it will conquer my pessimism...
*Oooh...
What a poem...!
I guess you loved it...
Love is a sweet thing...
So mysterious eeh...!
I hope you're enjoying it too...
