we hurry to find her, that pure, incomprehensible one, that would wake us from our dream, yet she is already here,
everywhere surrounding us, in trees, in flowers, in passersby, in friends, in children, also in me and in you sparkles, magical love,
but we don’t see her, we don’t hear her,
for we have narrowed the world,
we have set rules, what is allowed and what is not,
and we have an idea about everything, including her,
we know exactly what color she must be and how she should sound,
we have succumbed to demands that we must control everything
and we have forgotten to be a child, who admires and loves what surrounds him, lets love caress him, inspire him, lets her paint his magical world, doesn’t command her,
doesn’t demand from her which notes to play and with which colors to paint the world that revolves around him,
therefore love full of tenderness and magic, kisses his tender heart
Love Kisses His Heart
