It grows, first as a little seed
Unaware of its own resistance and of the world around
Then it sprouts out from the heart
like a fragile and innocent rose does from the ground
It grows and waits
Waits to bloom
And when the time is right
It will, in the darkness, faintly loom
Becoming stronger every day
And not as timid as before
It will shine like the brightest star in the sky
And, if true, will never die, living an eternal life forever more
For love has a beginning but no end
It blooms like the flowers and shines like the stars
But unlike that crimson rose or that bright mysterious Sirius
Love, being immortal, will always last
