Love, the biggest gesture of them all.
A feeling of will, a feeling of trust.
Comfort. Like a sad butterfly finally being caught.
Never knowing its direction, but knowing its destination.
Easy it comes, you may think.
Easily felt.
What lies beyond, is only seen momentarily.
Blind, we become.
The on-going path fogged up by our naïvety.
Can't we see?
It becomes clear once our hearts have deteriorated.
Our dreams become crystal.
Why is this feeling so powerful?
Because like it, there is no other?
Love, the source of life.
Just to know someone does,
is enough to make one man live.
Just to know someone feels,
is enough to make one woman exist.
Vague and vivid.
Sold and concrete, but fragile.
Easily created, but easily destroyed.
Love, the most powerful gesture of them all.