I blend in with the crowd
Of those, who’s kin to me.
Who’s tattered, needless and empty,
Extinguished and bowed as shouldn’t be.

I blend in with the crowd
Of Others, who’s no place,
Of Others, who’ve lost all faith and nerves,
But all the still saved their face.

Of Others, who’ve had a rough lesson
From life and those in flock,
Of Others, who’re walled-up to the limit,
Whose souls are under the barn lock.

Do not seek love as you seek gold,
For in the heart, it’s always bold.
It is the stillness, the quiet sound,
Where truth and beauty can be found.

By the rose’s touch, may love arise,  
A glowing light beneath soft skies.  
In every heart, may it remain,  
A timeless flame that knows no pain.

By the charm of thousands of rose petals,  
May love bloom where the heart settles.  
In each delicate fold, in each fragrant hue,  
May love surround all that we do.  

By the dawn, when light is born,  
May love rise, a fire to adorn.  
In whispers soft, in shadows long,  
May love emerge, a sacred song.  

In the quiet hum of morning’s breath,  
May love awaken, defying death.  
In every smile, in every tear,  
May love be constant, always near.  

May it stir within each atom’s dance,  
In every particle, in every trance.  
In every whisper, in every sound,  
May love be the force that knows no bound.  

In the pulse of the earth, in the wind’s embrace,  
May love shine brightly, lighting space.  
By the moon, in silver lace,  
May love cascade, a tender grace.  

In the velvet night, where stars align,  
May love burn bright, an endless sign.  
Through every moment, through every sigh,  
May love rise higher, beyond the sky.  

In every heart, in every soul,  
May love be the song that makes us whole.  
A boundless power, a flame untamed,  
By dawn and moon, may love be claimed.  

In the soul of life, in every beat,  
May love weave its rhythm, soft and sweet.  
In each glance, in each tender touch,  
May love unfold, embracing much.  

With every step, with every prayer,  
May love be the force that fills the air.  
In the smallest gesture, in each song’s rise,  
May love transcend all earthly ties.  

May love flow freely, like endless streams,  
Filling every silence, every dream.  
In every heartbeat, in every sigh,  
May love reign, eternal and high.  

In every soul, in every mind,  
May love be the bond that we all find.  
A universe woven in endless grace,  
May love be the light that fills each space.

Now, as if he was driving a wind, cloudy clouds jump over and down with a brief grasshopper. It is as if he were a prisoner of time, which he had never let go, but many times he is in prison if he doesn't pay attention enough, or his ever-acting attention is wandering away.

All prisoners of the age of the modern mass man are to avoid this temporary fact -at least for the time They like it.

Gigantic lottery game that -involuntarily -is now involved, and although he has long been aware that he should have left the cheap chase of small -children's dreams, but no one is so cheap that he even tells himself - Although nothing is excluded nowadays.

The eternal one of the Nesse was always followed by a shadow; With a broken cheap momentum, he finished another telling card circle because he was eagerly chasing the momentary reputation, buying happiness, ownable economy, even though he knew it was no use, because it was just a silent voice without a sheet of emptying!

This is how it slowly becomes the practical action of persecuted minds of everyday cheap-elementary commercial days.

Do lips have ears to catch the sound,  
Do lips have eyes where visions drown?  
Do lips hold hearts that softly beat,  
In every whisper, every greet?  

Do lips, with honey, sweetly blend,  
A taste of dreams that never end?  
Do lips, with saffron’s gentle hue,  
Hold secrets deep, both rich and true?  

Do lips have souls, a spark, a flame,  
That kindles love, that calls your name?  
How do these lips, with power untold,  
Weave magic warm and tender, bold?  

With every sigh, with every kiss,  
They stir the heart to boundless bliss.  
Like roses soft, with petals pure,  
Their fragrance lingers, sweet and sure.  

Kisses, the secret to life’s delight,  
A spark of heaven in the quiet night.  
A touch that holds the universe still,  
Binding souls with an unspoken thrill.  

Valentine’s joy, with love so bright,  
Fills the heart and lights the night.  
A gift of passion, a tender vow,  
A promise of forever, here and now.  

So tell me, seeker, with longing true,  
What ancient force lies hid from view?  
For in these lips, both soft and pure,  
Lies love’s own secret, rich and sure.  
A sweetness, like saffron, finely spun,  
In every kiss, a world begun.

Warmth, perfume, and sweet caress,  
Kisses soft, love’s gentle press.