Love is not love —
at first sight,
'tis ne'er love
if there are lies;
'tis neither a rainbow after each rain
nor a remedy for once yesterday's pain.

Love is not love —
with just words to express,
'tis should be drawn to actions, ne'ertheless:
'tis neither steepy mountains
to be moved
nor clouds at the azure sky above.

Love is not love —
if tears weren't shown for distances;
but being far away
  is just a matter of time:
'tis not an air that can make us breathe,
but one of the reasons
why we live.

Love is undefined —
from the absence of two hearts,
'tis should be distinguished
among all the odds;
'tis neither an ocean,
  a pearl, a sunshine
nor the dawn, the day, the night
for love — is love.