Lately,
I wander through the mysterious corners
of this passion called love.
Ah, this beautiful feeling inside me—
It appears with a ray of sunlight,
Touching my flowers
through the reflection of light on my desk.
The playful gaze of my cat
so full of affection and mischief,
Watches me with eyes full of love
as I go about my day at home.
How precious it is—
to feel something somewhere within.
I know the sun will bring me gifts.
The rain that pours from dark clouds
will one day end in warmth.
It feels good to believe in that—
To imagine the scent of flowers,
To sense the magic of love
as it brushes against my skin.
To believe in that—
how beautiful.
These are the whispers of a soul
created in love.
Gratitude—
for skies bright with light,
For the gift of life—
how beautiful.
To know the roots of my emotions
lie somewhere within me—
how beautiful.
How beautiful to live,
To simply be alive.
How beautiful
to feel the sun upon me.
To know that my heart longs for love—
how beautiful.
To touch a flower,
To see the colors—
how delightful,
how bittersweet.
To breathe in the scent of the sky,
To feel each emotional drop
falling gently into my heart—
how beautiful.
How beautiful to be human.
How beautiful—
