117 IS IT GOD’S HAND OR THE DEVIL’S

Is it God’s hand or the devil’s
which one day, united, crossed our paths?
Is it one or the other I really don’t know,
but for this love, it’s beautiful.

Is it God or is it the devil
who planted a love seed,
in my garden that beautiful morning?
Breaking through the clouds, the sun
shone on my window with a thousand beams.

Is it God’s hand or the devil’s
that put on the sea that strange sailboat,
which unwinded black and white on blue,
dancing in the wind, and
painted me a landscape that stretches
without end.

Is it God or the devil or both at once
who joined together to offer us,
so soft and shiny a cloud this morning?
Is it one or the other I really don’t know,
but for so much beauty, it’s a grace.

Is it God’s hand or the devil’s
which put that rose in the garden there?
For what love, for what lady fair,
that silky red rose in that garden there?

Those ripe prunes, those white lilacs,
plump red cherries, children laughing.
My Love was so pretty under her orange dress,
and right in the middle the sparkles of her prime.
Her eyes twinkled like the stars,
her enchanted smiles popping like fireworks.

The sail that ventured off the horizon,
that rose blossomed there,
flowers, fruits and our tears of joy,
who could have gifted us such beauty?
Is it God or the devil, we never know,
but they were all there for you and me,
so spoiled and free we were,
those magic and beautiful moments of youth.