Poem:

Like a bird that flaps its wings,

Beating air around its flight,

Love in constant motion stirs

All things present within sight.

Its dominion far and wide

Covers each and every place

In the realm of its reign,

With no limit to its space.

As we cherish joy and bliss

All through life before we die,

Let us marvel at a bird,

Graceful, sail across the sky,

Confident, with wings extended;

Likewise, steady, in free motion,

Love, intrepid, never falters

In its own space of devotion.