*Love is a gifts
Love is happiness
Love is enjoy
When he is realistic*
Love also despair
And also misery
Aphrodisiac
Also a grief of carrier
There is nothing immeasurable
Filled with laughter
Sometimes full tears
*Sometimes lonely
Instantly however
A gentle breeze permeates*
Love is not easy to understand
Like heart
Fragile,
that so difficult to digest
But the meaning of true love
Always be intrinsic
Passing the day
Without any introspection
Voice of love Written by
