We usually intoned with big comfortable, that the love finished. But it is not true, because he always leaves a string of hope. As the fire of a ready candle to extinguish.
The love is the sorcerers' king. When it arrives bewitches our hearts in a such way, that we were blind, and however we see, but in another dimension. The fourth dimension, the one of the love.
The love walks to the free thereabout, very crazy. Care, don't leave you in him to tie. But he doesn't give, it is not possible, because all of the human beings are crazy for him.
If you come the love, he tells him: love comes, I beg you, I want to love you, to faint, love!
To let to arrest in the handcuffs of the bows of the love, it is not crime. And not there is any country with laws that prohibit the prisoners of the love.
He runs, he runs, that the love waits for you. The love never flees, us, it is that we fled of him.
If you know how to love, he listens with a lot of attention that the love has to reveal you. He always keeps secrets in their bedrooms. As it is charming to hear and to feel their sighs.
The times are very difficult, they frequently say, but the love no. It lets to conquer so easily, as the flower kissed by the incessant bee that loves her pollen.
When you look for the love, he makes it with an extraordinary touching affection. Because he easily unmasks the falsehood of a glance.
And everything the love took. No, it dropped some seeds. It is this the origin of the jasmines.
Never say that you love without authorization of the love. It is that he can hurt your heart. And the wounds of the love are incurable.
The fields of flowers attract the lovers and thirsty of love. If flowers didn't exist, also the love would not exist. Don't leave that the flowers extinguish.
When you are thirsty, you drink and you seat a grandiose happiness. He leaves that the headquarters of the love possesses you.
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