The fragrance of the thoughts
flows through the ink on the letter.
The season has returned already.
Love is in the air.
The season which doesn’t end—
the season of art and love
has returned with its dreamy spell
which seems to be transmitted from above.
Every face is smiling.
Each eye holds a rose within.
The words strike through their heart
like a sweet yet painful dart.
The painters paint
the portrait of their beloved
who talk and acquaint
themselves with lovers to beget.
All the spectators’ eyes,
on the portrait, lay constantly glued.
The bards, too, write
songs of lovely mood.
The hearts keeps dancing
to the rhythm of the lover.
The beloveds start mincing
as their feelings, they are unable to cover.
The chefs prepare
for their beloved
their best feast
which with them they share.
They tell them that they are very sweet.
This is how, with love, their beloveds they greet.
Time and attention in them they invest.
Artists have only art if they want their love to manifest.