Love, Love, Love!

I spoke in a murmur.

What is love?

Love is the spring?

Warm, delightful, brilliant?

Love is the winter?

Chilly, morose, bleak?

Love is a leaf,

Fresh in the summer,

Sapless in the fall.

Love, Love, Love!

I spoke in a murmur.

What is love?

You say,

Love is a cherishment, a promise, a feeling.

I say,

Love is love

Without any impurity.

For me,

Love is so sacred

that I dare not to pick it up.

Love, Love, Love!

Love is murmuring in my heart.