One day my dear little one
as we will sit looking at the mountains
with our feet dipped in the lake
and the cool winds caressing our face
you will ask me about love.
I wonder what will I say then ?
Will I have the courage to tell you the truth
to share my innermost cave
which even I dread to enter sometimes
will I tell you how many times love crossed my way
and every time I chased them away
will I tell you that no matter how many times your heart breaks
May you always get up and love anyway
completely, foolishly, hopelessly
till one day you will realize
You are that love, you are seeking