We all love in many different ways
and even though I think this is not right
there is a matter of light and shadow,
of one that's ahead and one behind.
Some are a kind of tomcats,
with the species most funny embodiment,
puss in boots.
Rolling its body on a piece of wood
scouting the neighborhood
it cries after a fox like cat
but doesn't say a word to her
because he's scared that it'll forget
his words before he would open its mouth;
therefore it just dreams
and draws with its claws poetry.
Some are a faithfull kind,
like a dog or a lynx,
the loved one is their life,
his sight the joy of heart it brings,
his face is imprinted on all the things
around.
Amoung all 'love manifestations
there are also the snakes
they coil around the heart of the one they love
and attack any men who would approach
sometimes even themselves
or the loved one
their instinct of possession is so strong
that there is no difference in their mind
between what's right or wrong.
And many more words can be written
about the expressions of love
but they'll be usefull just for making my point
that love can take in its manfestations
as many forms as one can imagine
and in the end one should only remember
that the core of things is one,
the one.