Love and Other Natural Disasters

How one could recognize 

the true, magnificent, one only love, 

that we experience once

only in our life time?

Is such love mighty like the wind 

that gushes trough crowns 

of thousand years old, majestic oaks

to steal their leaves with greedy hands?  

Is it like tsunami, 

born into the violet ocean's belly, 

that crushes with uneven wrath 

with fists of greasy waters on a little yellow island?

Is it the lion's roar 

or is it in the falcons eyes 

that searches for a game to feed 

the hunger of its youth?

Or is it where we would never search it,

somewhere buried inside us, 

deep between the reason of the mind 

and the sub-rational of our weary hearths? 

Is the true love a pearl, 
embellishing a woman's neck 
or could we find it in the smile of 
the mysterious Gioconda?

Or is it a memento -
a spark of light, divine, 
when little baby smiles at butterflies 
that graciously are dancing in the wind...?