Love is not an endless sermon,It is the unutterable, the unteachable,That which is felt in the hour of its illumination.
Through the eyes sweetly slide light and shadow,Through the heart lightly race moon and stars.
It is no running race to reach the zenith,It is a feeling, it harmonizes happiness, sets the soul free.
Is it the indestructible depth that everyone bears?!...Is it flesh and body, thought and idea rising high?!...
No!... No, then!... Love is a feeling that cannot be taught,It is a concert, conducted by the soul in love!...
