Love is love, after all—it’s love,
High or low, it flows,
Snow-white as a dove.

In the sky,
A pure diamond shines,
Bright as sunshine,
Gentle and soft—
It sings a tender song.

Yet it dies—
Its life whispers goodbye.
Breaking hearts
With hue and cry.

But its loyalty soars,
Carrying two souls
Into the purest sky—
Commitment ,falling petals,
The kiss of eternity