Love directs the journey of the wind.

She guides the seagull on his flight.

Never clearly can you see her invisible form.

In the light of the day or the dark of the night.


Love passes through forests and trees.

Encircling the clouds, embracing the sky.

The moment you least expect it.

She looks at you through a childís eyes.


Love warms your heart, and caresses your soul.

She provides you lovely snow on a winterís day.

You know her and you know her not.
Love speaks not, yet much does she say.


Loveís message is not grasped through words.

Only the soul understands her will.

Close your eyes and open your heart.

Hear Her murmurs when all is still.