The words unspoken are the most beautiful ones,
And the magic of the time theachesteaches us how to fly,
And makes ourselvesMaking us feel free to be what we want to be.

Love, what is love,
If not hoping inon the last petal of the rose
That she won't sting us with her thorns

The waves of the sea bring
ThousandOne thousand and more dark thoughts
And the undertow shatters them against the cliff
And bringsBringing them back, pure as the foam

Fear is just the entrance of a dark tunnel,
Hope is just the light at the end of it.
But love allows you to look ininto the darkness
Because it gives the eyes more than the single sight.


-E. M.