At that moment it seemed to him that life stood still and the souls of the world surged within him.

His days would never be the same again.

Eyes that vaguely recalled the moorish conquerors.
When he looked into her dark eyes and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and a silence,
He learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke.
The language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding within their heart.

It was love,

Something older than humanity more ancient than the dessert.

She smiled and that was certainly an omen, the omen he had been awaiting without even knowing he was for all his life.

It was pure language of the world.
It required no explanation.

I came to tell you one thing.

I love you.

One is loved because one is loved.

No reason needed for loving.