You hear "Love" as a whisper, the voice of a woman, whispery and airy

yet forceful and clear.

"Was it in the hallway just outside the room?" You ask.

You look at the clock to prove something or

to rule out an explanation.

You check if anyone is present,

but you only see your dog.

And your mind is looking for other explanations

such as a creaking door or the groaning ropes holding the boat.

"Love" - I'm telling you, that thoughts are real as things,

but you do not need to charge them with any value,

because wishes and goals always come true.

You must tell about your beautiful thoughts 

and many questions.

All is love

nothing is evil,

nothing is good.

"Love" is all is "Love".