who can call a dove from a churches tower
by throwing salt or rocks at her

will a young deer come to lick ones hand
to look into a glistening gun

would a dear choir boy
sing the notes of fighting cats

though it is unconditional
it never leads itself to betrayal
nor does it let itself be illed

like a flock of rabbits it will run
as soon as it senses the drums of war

it is a rare maiden who does well
by calling lions of light to guard her

her works are many
never does she really rest
but the scent of the garden will only reach those
who are open to its essence

it is a very simple liberating law
though not all will want to see
love does not defend itself with arrows or spears
with which it is hit because it is feared
where it is scarce and security poor
since robbers of joy have made many unsure
its only elysian shield then is silence, compassion and kindness
unvarnished words from the blessed bright fields of peace
at best it will only turn them into lilies
but when it hears a genuine echo it gladly rings
a million times more glorious than the grandest orchestras

know and keep in touch with exchanging hearts
growing strong with a grails blood
for love resonds to love
only by this do we avoid flaw
and are together in song

franziska
a poem touching the hearts and welling the eyes
really great
"for love responds to love
only by this do we avoid flaw
and are together in song"
good going
supani