Love.

God knows no day. Night. Religion. Gossip.

Love is your dog loving you as no one.

You loving him as no one.

Love is the spring that feeds your heart with fresh thoughts.

Love is the light you are able to see with your eyes.

The electricity burning your spine at the touch of a warm soft hand.

The laughter of your child. The sweet water that kills your thirst.

The rose scent that floods your room.

Love is everywhere. But we must have to pay attention.

Every step of the way.

Love is the music of silence. The magic thing that makes you draw as

you draw. The magic thing that makes you play and sing as you do.

Love. Or…hatred. Is you.

Ernesto Onofre