Love Poem by THEODOROS MANTAS

Love is the wide blue sky where free birds fly
and the peaceful garden
where the sun and the moon as lovers
under the starry night dine.
It is the song of a spring' s nightingale
and the thunder we hear when we are alone and cry.
Sometimes we see it shimmering in the beautiful eyes of
a wonderful sunset while we walk along with our love
on a wonderful seaside.
Often a volcano for her sake erupts and
a brave knight for the deep love of a beautiful princess
a fearful dragon tears apart.
When the clouds are grey
it is because love has faded away
But always will the awesome red rose in our garden
remind us that in real love
even the will of a sharp sword...
can be forgiven.