Love is not a sermon without limit or bound,It is the unutterable, the unteachable,That which is lived in the hour of its shining.
Through the eyes slip sweetly light and shadow,Through the heart run lightly moon and stars.
It is not a footrace to reach the zenith,It is a feeling, the joy that sets the soul free.
It is the indestructible depth that everyone bears,It is flesh and body, thought and idea that rises high?!...
No!... No!... Love is a feeling that cannot be taught,It is a concert, conducted by the soul in love!...
