What Is It

What’s the essence of love
Might be hard to explain —
Most people would frown
Seeking answers in vain,
With a shake of the head,
They would helplessly say:
— How’s one to describe it? —
Maybe, it’s a sunray
Reaching down at dawn,
Waking us from our sleep.
Maybe it is a sweet song,
Or the seasonal rhythm —
Foul weather and rain,
Sunshine and a soft breeze…
A split second of pain,
A lifetime of the bliss?
Maybe it’s the first cry
Of a newborn you cuddle,
Or — an old man and wife
Kissing like a bride couple.
Is it future, or past,
Or, perhaps, anytime?
Freedom, care or trust,
Or a gift of the sky?..
…That’s the timeless motif
Threaded through our life,
That’s the question believed
To have no reply,
That’s a stork flying slow
With its precious weight…
Maybe love is a soul —
The soul that shall be saved.