What Love Is

What love is, I asked the dawn,
and she said to me—
a piece of rainbow, cursed with beauty,
born in morning, scratched away by night...

What love is, I asked the rivers,
and they whispered—
silver water, streaming, racing the days,
born from above—a star's own child...

What love is, I asked the sky,
and it smiled that the sun it is,
among thick clouds,
pulled from darkness,
and in the evening—
behind the pale moon's shadow...

What love is, I asked the soul,
and she kissed me upon both eyes,
and quietly whispered, "Love is life,
love—to pulse within another heart!"