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Love is like a warm and tender summer

To the sound of water flowing from a stormy stream,

To the mystery of nature waiting for the dawn,

The smell of freshness after a summer rain.

Still so similar to the flight of a free bird,

That rushes in the sky, knowing no obstacles,

For gatherings over the fire right before the lightning,

It is similar in color to lilac, and to grape taste in taste.

To the touch of a mother and a glance of a sister,

What is constantly protected and carefully stored,

Long-awaited coolness from the dry heat

On loving eyes that only look at you.