English poem
What Love Is
by Edward Powys Mathers (1892–1939)
Love starts with a little throb in the heart, And in the end one dies Like an ill-treated toy. Love is born in a look or in four words, The little spark that burnt the whole house. Love is at first a look, And then a smile, And then a word, And then a promise, And then a meeting of two among flowers. From the Arabic.