A breath of love is the little breeze
Anton Eberhardt
A breath of love is the little breeze
That kisses my cheek in springtime,
A breath of love is the scent of the rose,
When it opens its calyx.
A breath of love swells the water-spring,
When it quietly rings in passing,
A breath of love is the little song
That the birdlet sings.
The breath of loves wafts from the aether
Down from the meadow of stars,
The breath of love blows in the storm,
Separating itself from the cloud.
With the fervent glances of love
Nature entices me to her heart,
Blissfully I drink her kisses --
And old pain is assuaged.
Breath of love -- God's breathing
Wafts against you, heart, with such holiness,
And the pure, sweet urges
Carry you gently heavenward.
Yes, as long as a stalk blooms on earth
Through the breath of love,
I shall love -- love -- love!
Love is what permeates the universe!