All anger vanishes into moments of unbrideled joy.
nothing but the love remains all else dies,
beautiful is the love, fluttering like butterflies.
hearts patter like childrens feet on cold floors.
the pace quickens faster and faster,
nothing else is known, like a long past disaster.
the emotion rumbles as eathquakes shake trees.
shaking the earth deep to its core,
craving it more and more.
split this union would be constant hell that knows no explanation.
to divide them is like taking wings from birds
to explain it, there are no words...