What love is, I asked the dawn, and she said to me--- a piece of rainbow, that gives her a cruel fate, to be born in the morning and be scratched with the night... What love is, I asked the rivers, and they whispered--- silver water, streaming, racing with the days, born from above---the child of a star... What love is, I asked the sky, and it smiled that the sun it is, among clouds, thick, from the darkness taken away, and in the evening--- behind a shadow of a pale moon... What love is, I asked the soul, and she kissed me on both eyes, and quietly whispered, "Love is life, love---to be in the pulse of another heart!"
