Love isn’t secrecy, nor is it ardour,
It’s more about me and you feel secure.
In the sidewalks of our sanctuary,
In the blossoms we adore.
It’s about no gender, lasting in this world.
The soul doesn’t have any assortment,
Nor does it prevail after demise,
It can’t be tainted, purer and wise.
So why so much differentiation?
Ludicrous gender affection,
Let liking be a wireless connection.
There exists nobody to referee,
A world so wonderful confection.
I want everybody to be free,
Love floating in the atmosphere.
Like you and I in my intuition and fictions.