Moth and the light.

I speak of love most of the times
I dream of it: it  must be this way
People might express in this way,
Or may be the way through which
that actor confessed.
I move from flowers to buildings,
just to find out how it should be
expressed.
Should we write?
Should we bend on knees?
Do what?
In the middle of this
ethnographical research,
I found out
(Of course, to my surprise.)
That the most beautiful love story
Is so short that
It can never be written
Never be expressed.