Poetry
A Love Letter to the Universe …
Inspired by the color red that has embellished the town
Let's remember love when it is February the fourteenth,
It is the season of cupid and his love, Valentine.
There goes the chocolates, the strawberries, the flowers, and the romance,
The day he is reminded of that dance.
On the fifteenth, we put this day behind,
And go on with our lives, each on their own, with no date to bind.
Do we want to celebrate love only on this day?
The language of emotions, of warmth, of intimacy, has to stay.
Love is timeless, yes, she is.
She dances in rebellion, turning the blue sky red as if it were her own;
She is Love.
She is the fragrance of the flowers, the sweetness of chocolate, the freshness of strawberries, the sparkle of a diamond, the delicacy of a kiss, the eternity of a hug.
She is the muse of life,
The epitome of liberation;
Love is a celebration in itself and all the reason to remind.
No day, No date should be,
The only reason to devote,
Love …
