Love is a miracle. Really.
It creates showers of tears.
After that it waters souls which are like soil.
Fruits are verses made thanks to a poet's toil.
He or she whispers sincerely:
"I will go with you anywhere, even
To the world's end. You may say
It's an impossible way.
I'll sharpen the Earth then. No empty living."
Love is hypnosis. No fears.