Love is not lust boundless, nor hard life endured listless
Not wild urge to snatch and possess, nor a sigh of distress
Love is not plucking a rose to decorate and donate.
Not taking life, but breath of heart whereof life emanate
Love is pure joy, of seeing joy on face of your love
Joy of watching it bloom, dance and swing in a breeze
Love is a smile, silent and eloquent, sweet and simple
Sublime ecstasy in delicate kiss of life, soft and fiercely gentle
Whispering along! 