Love is like a bridge suspended over great voids of distances to unite two opposite ends that become because the bridge...two beginnings.
Love...how exquisite that word can be.

Take in your hands holding tight
that piece of the sun you found,
because the fire that’s burning inside
will melt solitude like it was snow,
and if you ask why, God will say,
“my dear child, you have found love”

Take in your hands holding tight
that piece of a wind that never stops,
because the yearnings it carried
will make your hardened heart soft,
and if you ask why, God will say,
“my dear child, just take that love”

Take in your hands holding tight
that piece of the sky that felt in drops,
because those are many dried tears
so you don’t need to cry no more,
and if you ask why, God will say,
“my dear child, sadness has no love”

Take in your hands holding tight
that piece of my heart you have got,
because it contains everything of me
and with it you will never be alone,
and if you as why, God will say,
“my dear child, that’s truly love”