People warned me,

"Do not speak of love. It brings fear. Here, we trust only what we can see."

But is love truly invisible in this land?

Years of confusion, anger, sorrow, and frustration have passed.

Those dark days sculpt me.

I no longer ask why people fear the word "love."

Instead, I promise to be a guide,

helping them discover the silent sprouts of love

that seek to shrive, unseen yet ever present.

I shall ask them, "What are the gestures of love?"

I shall deliver to them the words, "Do not be afraid,"

for even on the demolished lands, love shrives like a flower between the rubble.

I know that once a person begins to speak of love,

it flows endlessly—unstoppable, uncontainable.

People may wound each other with criticism,

but love?

Love never dies.