It is so in love to make pain its friend
Now being misunderstood as the pain
It gets warmed without steaming
Always in pain without screaming
Yet, could calm nerves harmonically as hymns
Now becoming more real than dream(s)

It could serve as a cream to the rough skin
Just by granting it an access to let in
Mouth could simply say it
But heart would barely feel it
More than we spiritualize dove
This is nothing else than Love.