Yes, love is the laughter that shatters the mould of night. Mountain bright, there is no yellow brick road out. 

Love is an Underground Railroad, a torrent of eagles, the taste of freedom and tears of joy; slaves no more. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run: open up the sky! 

Love is a ravenous hunger for new fields to plow - it’s the crimson tide yet to come. Welcome to the land of the upright dreams!

Love is the awakened comrade; the undefeated sailor plunging into a sea of struggle; the Earth transformed by voluntary labor; the boy with no shoes, making himself ready to dance with the sun.

Love is the first sprawling garden of many yet to come. It’s the beginning of true human history and the promise of dawn in our time.

Love is revolution and masses in motion - it’s the bread of poetry and the rule of unfettered light. 

Cages and prisons no more; burn the ships to misery, widen the horizon beyond recognition. The last frontier won't be the last moon of Spring!

Love will breathe five minutes after midnight.