LOVE LOVES LOVE

For rare it is to sense the twin soul
and become a new bud for the bee
It is not about to see the love, undefined,
but about to finally discover yourself in someone else.
When the reflection becomes concrete and the smile is teary,
When the barriers breaks into pieces
and you collect your parts in someone,
When the he or she is not the measure
and life evolves from infinity,
Grab the moment and cheer the freedom,
For rare it is to remind yourself
that shore lies at the end of the sea.