The reason of love,
if love has a reason
Seems to be existence
We rise in love,
when we feel
A presence
We paint with the colours of the truth
An appearance
We sing with the urge of survivors the anthem
Of endurance
We make from zests of Humanity and Geniousity
A new fragrance
We swim with highness in the quinones of
Allawance
We bake a mouth-melting cake from ingredients
Of redolence 

The reason of love,
if love has a reason
Seems to be coexistence
We rise in love,
when we permit
the existence
Not only of ourselves but of a neighbour-self
We rise in love, when we feel
That we exist wherever the beloved exists
Through spaces and through ages
We live wherever they live
Not like lovebirds in the same cages
but like free telepathical saviours
Homeless, but who are the home of peace
The source of light that doesn't leave
Wherever we move, they're in our bags,
Wherever we move, we raise the flags,
And coz' all the flags are one,
We don't criticize anyone,
We blurry the boundary, we remove the fence

The reason of love,
if love has a reason
Seems to be emergence
We rise in love, when we emerge to a higher level of existence,
We rise in love, when we wake up,
Hungry and thirsty
Then when we wise and warm up,
Using a hybrid strategy
It's the "in-between",
the self and the galaxy
Then when we convert,
Or visit the states of staiety or bankruptcy
Then when we're obsessed
Obsessed by changing ourselves
By changing our neighbourhood
By changing the world
By scaling up, by growing up, by reaching another level of existence
And when we are obsessed we love with no reason, we love with any reason
Thus, our need to emerge to a higher level of existence gives rise to love
We rise in love and love begets love
This love is as shining as the sun in Seychelles
As strong as a mountain resisting the ages
Fresh & magical like a kiss under Christmas bells
As clean as the water during Ceto's rages
And follows in slow motion what divinity tells