Love! The pigment of imagination that never exist

A collection of deceitful emotion that makes men children

In many years have I seek this imagination but ruin has never left you this year’s

Love is a fickle feeling for the birds

A hallucination that has destroyed nations

A pretense that deceives

A shameful dishonor to kings

The downfall of a man of war

A weakness not shown by the brave

I prefer to die for honor than for love .........