love is a plant through my heart

love is a plant growing through your soul

Love is a valley where living water flows; in its echoes, you can hear the vibrations of the beloved. It sounds like a wild alabaster sound, undulating and brownish light."Yes, my darling," she says.

You feel that you will never again be able to have greater trust in anything than in this voice; tender beauty, beautiful beauty.

Beauty to which you can only bow, beauty of beauties, color of colors, muse of muses.

Come closer, so close that I can feel the enchanting dew of your aura, your smile, your smile, your lips... I know! You are a goddess! I know! A goddess of the morning, an altar, a painting from long ago, from the time when once upon a time... you are not from yesterday, but from forever. I have felt your power. Please, fairy, accept my smile as an offering.

You are with me—I know it, you are with me—my sword before eternity, the Christ-veil, miraculous snow of light, eternity, eternity... You are a plant growing through my soul and lifting me to the heavens. Your name is Love!

Love does not perish, nor is it born; it only exhales a holy fragrance. The stars in the sky, the moon, and all the other amphitrite hosts brimming with nectar... cosmic drunken Energies, an absolute river of pure, golden gold.

Yes, my darling—yes, you are you, I am I, but no: you and I are the two ends of the cosmic circle of energy, the shadow of a single star.

I am lucky that I know you—lucky, truly lucky. It is enough, for through me grows the plant of love.