Minha Arte De Amar

Those who love don't have to search
To know the reason why they love
The flame just has to burn and nothing more
The bird in infinite space
Doesn't ask what flying is
Nor the most beautiful blue
It asks what peace is
The flowers will never seek
To know where their scents come from
And the colors just want to dazzle
Like a bird that flies for the pleasure of flying
That's how I practice the art of loving you
Without trying to understand
Or seek explanation
I only follow the paths of my heart