In the glorious times everything was made by love. Now, daily, it is bought and he sells himself everything on behalf of the love.
Formerly we went up the stairways of the love full of joy, effortlessly, happy because slaves of him. Today, totally hopeless, of so much acquired frustration, we lost the forces and we didn't get to say, I love you!
Formerly, we did a fidelity fortress of the love, of harmony, and the love corresponded, he showed in our hearts. Today we escaped from the love, as if he was our worst enemy.
The times change, the love also. On these times of the democracy of the love, he is also going to votes. Until they did of the love one more political party.
On those golden times one lived the love without barriers. Now, the love is so popularized, as any merchandise, that until already smugglers of weapons sell him.
Formerly the fire of the love didn't fade, because the love fed her. Today we are unable to guarantee the fuel that it maintains what remains of that fire. The love fades.
There was a time in that the love imposed the power, her splendour. Nowadays, the love was adulterated so much, that of so rotten that it is if he speaks openly: the two, the corruptor and the rotten of the love.
Formerly the doors of the love opened up loud, of pair in equal. Now they close tightly because no longer nothing exists nor nobody to love.
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