On love please write says an echo
A fortune would wait when you write
Let years scatter, the world tear to pieces
You write on love, till you know real.

I know I reply.
I  have met love in dream, a beautiful emotion arched, it felt
You could do what you want, for you dreamt love.
One morning after the dream, I asked if it could be dialectical,
It was felt and it would sound crooked when it would run in words?
It may, it may not, 
But yet it would never be a business
Nothing to be sold or bought
There would never be a cage in which love could be held.

Love cannot be a relationship
Yet it requires two, and
Always two that take it to the grave.
Incredible yet and it begins and the ones in love feel human and the rest aliens.

Love is the word that gave birth to words like eternity,
So write the echo kisses
There may be more to be discovered 
As the forest still seems large.

So run along and write about love.