When lost hearts converge,
Visible are its desires eruptions
And its vigorous passions emerge
To awaken their dead pulsations.
From their roots, its rhythm bleed
Smashing heartless illusions,
And fears, from their path, recede
Showing its true visions.
In the humble breeze of ecstasy,
They no longer feel the thorns of pain;
Only its gracious storm they see,
It is true love that falls like rain.