Feeling Love

Wanderlino Arruda

Love is music, is love,
is sap and juice:
in infinite colors
of a summer sun.
Love is breeze,
love is balsam.
It’s fire and it burns,
but it’s not seen
and it isn’t felt.

Love is light,
love is peace in blue roses
of twin souls.
Love is the desire
of light and skin,
heart and honey.
Love is light,
nuances of tender words.

Love is the exchange of breaths,
living rare moments.
Love is all, love is more.
Love is yes, love is much.
It’s substance-life,
infinitude.