Love is like a river
That even in the mystifying vastitude and deepness,
It domiciliate bazillion of beings'.
Love is like a sun
That even in the darkest moment of night,
It certain its dawn with Apricity.
Love is like a rainbow
That even in the tempestuous storminess,
It ends with an arc of colorful variant light.
Love is like a soul
That however violently its bodily form perishes,
Its spirit remain unscathed.
Love is like a mother
That however traumas life renders her,
It protects its child like a carapace enclosed.
Love is like a hope
That however profound trouble seem,
It wend itself out of it.
Love is like a loyalty
That however far apart ardent lovers are,
It lief trueness and lovingness.
Love is like a trust
That howsoever diverse people are,
It never make room for deception.
And his love for her is like a summate of all
That patiently waits for the day;
when it exult and immingle.