A butterfly lands on a rose
Exploring the heavenly seat
Its wings fluttering to the heat
Arising out of mutual caress
A crow watches from a branch
Absorbed by the enamored scene.
What really goes on in the world of Love
The world without art or artifice
That sparks attraction
With the strangest window of chance
Love doesn't care how long loving lasts
What counts is the kindling of spirits
That would prolong Love's legacy
Prolong its never-ending fantasy
Despite all its contradictory notions
So why Love always drives the emotions
This is the mystery Love never reveals
For it is much brighter than human light
Love has been praised for millennia
In the same period, ridiculed and rejected
Love has been coping with such duality
Neither of which appeals to its taste
Love reads the essential vibes
Of every creature little, big, fool or wise
Love only needs the collective breeze
That transforms the reach
And calms the tumultuous seas.
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 4:43 AM UTC
A butterfly lands on a rose
Exploring the heavenly seat
Its wings fluttering to the heat
Arising out of mutual caress
A crow watches from a branch
Absorbed by the enamored scene.
What really goes on in the world of Love
The world without art or artifice
That sparks attraction
With the strangest window of chance
Love doesn't care how long loving lasts
What counts is the kindling of spirits
That would prolong Love's legacy
Prolong its never-ending fantasy
Despite all its contradictory notions
So why Love always drives the emotions
This is the mystery Love never reveals
For it is much brighter than human light
Love has been praised for millennia
In the same period, ridiculed and rejected
Love has been coping with such duality
Neither of which appeals to its taste
Love reads the essential vibes
Of every creature little, big, fool or wise
Love only needs the collective breeze
That transforms the reach
And calms the tumultuous seas.
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