Sunday, November 10, 2013
The Best Love
He seemed to be the best horizon,
He seemed to grow like the ordinary,
But she never fasted from food,
Yet she never tasted the sauce of zeal.
He fastened his shirts with love,
He smoothly painted with his brush,
To this day that daughter was brisk
And to this year she fights for her soul.
Prayer enters the hearts of those who listen
To the words of a heavenly spring,
Or the glistening of it,
Or the rushing furious fluid.
Better is the butter stored in the cave of love,
A love of the letter and heart is again instilled.