THE DREAM OF LOVE

The dream of love

Born from divinity and carried as a hope,

By wandering souls through an ephemeral life,

You are the mystery, you are the chameleon,

With so many faces, across the day and night.

Your feelings of fire, your melted desires,

Are crying sometimes, are crying so deeply,

When endorphins of dust are swiped away,

From a quotidian wind of an evanescent day.

Oh' Love' as humans call you so nicely,

You seem to be an Engel - such innocent face,

An explosion of feelings, a shout of happiness,

Disperses far away, in endlessness.

Are you real or are you just a dream?

When you whisper hopes and disillusion,

When our souls believe in you so deeply,

You take all and softly disappear.

You, the mirage of a soul's desert,

Ah you, the humans' deepest mystery,

The human's deepest hope!

Who decide your fragile destiny,

Is it a human, or is it only God?

Thank you for reading!

Anisoara Laura