Love
The cold drink in the summer heat
Running endlessly
Falling mercies
Covering err.
Just as the water from the cliff
And as rivers of the sacred water
Flowing deep down from the heart.
Who hate love,
That love loves?
Ten thousand of days had gone to grave
And love stills, evermore.
What a well-spring of tenderness
Making ease
Smoothen faces.
The warmest touch on every soul
Whose paths is wise
And this ,ove is God.