The love

It’s a chapter of life?

Non, really, non.

It’s a sentiment; in every day, to feel, to life surrounded of him.

Always is without the end, you stay trapped in his fragrance for him known.

You live with intensity, you love one times, two times, three times.

The contempt is same.

The man, the woman stayed confident.

The remain only the game; in every day is divers : the words, the smiles, the betrayals.

The guilt stays in charm; every woman is her fragrance, every man is him lock.

The Cupid thinks.

The day is him light, in night to feel the sensuality, removed the day of tomorrow, the love is profound, you drayed, you search the kiss after kiss, why you know to happy can disparity.

A moment is the word, that it make bad at time, the love is forever, to lost, to found, it is in thinks, to knock in hearts.

For thousand times , you remain lost, you want to found, you want to can the sense: you exist for you, or for the love? 

We are equal than we thinks  at love ; it is a noble sentiment, you feel in word, bathed in hearts; you can love many things, varies  of others, the age not exist, the significance ca to exist into type varies.

Try! 

It’s so intimate…sweet…sensual…whimsy…

She make part of you, chase away the ugly , the disease, the depression.

It’s birth in same moment with me, with you, with you, you  stopped the time you take all. 

You can love in liberty, without the end.

Love, love with the your heart, far of thinks, outside of time.