Like freshly cut roses,
I place life in a vase...
of love.

Of course, I am religious.
I worship love.

Find me.
Seduce me.
I want to be in love with you.

We call a story about love
a love story.
We call a poem about love
a love poem.
Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives
love lives?

Love isn’t blind. Maybe we are all born blind and love finally gives us sight.

If you want to find God, then all you need to do is love.