• The amaranth that we search for
    Is the flower of Love
    That lies in the core
    Of our being's Dove.

    What can we hold
    If not such a thing?
    Our hearts become cold
    What forth shall it bring?

    If we are not blind
    And finally seek
    Much Love shall we find
    At its highest peak.

    For the amaranth blooms
    When our hearts love consumes


    -Kazrai