Love is not heard with the ear
but it is heard with the heart;
its soft whisper, a heartbeat,
that awakens the soul in a sweet corner.
You can't leave in oblivion
that which stirs your passion;
every glance, a hidden secret,
every embrace, a warm reason.
If at night it is a burning ember,
love dances in the bright moon;
its shadows draw life
and in whispers make time distant.
Voices that unfold their song to the wind,
though mute in the daylight;
like a deep echo, their enchantment
envelops us in warm melodies.