It is true
It is not just the world
Love also
Is not an egg.
Love isn't
A fragile shell
Homogeneous moisture
Tasteless yoke
Hiding all gold
Hiding all taste
Hiding all light
Everything in one yoke
Everything in one place.
Love really
Is also an onion
With strong skin
With a full body.
With taste everywhere.
A journey
Slowly but surely
Layer by layer
Through different depths
Different rivers
Different sounds
All converging
To paradise
To the fountain of life,
Swimming through the light
The light
In every corner
In every layer
In every place.