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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,

What rushes in the sky, not knowing any barriers,

To gatherings around the fire right up to the dawn,

It is similar in color to lilac, in taste to grapes.

At the touch of the mother and the look of the sister,

That is constantly protected and carefully stored,

The long-awaited coolness from the dry heat,

In loving eyes that only look at you.