In the courtyard of an unseeking heart,
a gentle breeze arrives unnoticed - love.
Like a cloud that gives no sign before the rain,
it gathers on its own
in the sky of the heart.
If embraced, it lingers.
If hurried, it hesitates.
It blooms in the light of a smile,
and sweetens in the sound of silence.
At times, it sketches poetry;
at times, it pours confusion.
Even if it drifts away, let it go -
leave the path open.
For returning
is love's old habit.
If change appears, do not doubt;
change itself is love's language,
and the path through which the heart transforms.
Love.
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