Love is the most beautiful thing.

I hope one day it starts to sing.

The sweat from your head drips like tears.

The move of gazelles attracts dust and fear

about the way, you pursue sweet love.

With all your hands, you release like gloves.

Then with a pounce like a hawk somewhere

You give into love in a place without care

Then with claws grip right and then

You start to show that love reprimands

A critical look at the hour of trust

You start to show that you have a lust

 

For one with eyes glaring at another

This is why we kiss, for all and each other