what is love?

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away

Love has its instinct,
it can find the heart of the way
as the weakest insect walking his flower
with an irresistible will.

Love, these are:
Gentle words,
Moments of happiness.
Exchanged glances,
A touch of complicity.
Stars in their eyes,
The joy of being two.
Hand in hand,
Follow the same path.
Dreams full heart,
What fun, no rancor.
Love and forget
The wounds of the past.
Just the magic of love,
A beautiful life forever.
Love does not look at each other,
is looking together in the same direction.

How sweet,
Disturbing, intoxicating,
To love passionately,
On an absolute love
Which devours the heart!

Suspend his soul
The smile of a magician,
Melt under the softness
His voice that whispers
The tender words,
From that drown in his eyes
And see it beautiful, so beautiful
The world suddenly
Becomes beautiful too,
To surrender
Without fear, without shame
In the heat of his arms,
To feel die
Under the caress of his hands
Which brings nights
At the gates of paradise,
And forget
In a kiss
The sadness of life.