My love bothers you, my love of youth
and my love is an art in virtue
my love bothers you, my love without a mask
and my love is an art of peace
My love is my enchanted garment
it is my extensive dwelling
it's my endless space
my love does not need border
like spring does not prefer garden
my love is not market love
because a bleeding love
it is not love of profit
my love is all I have
If I deny or sell it
Why breathe?
My love bothers you, my love of humanity
and my love is an art in its age
my love bothers you, my love of supplier
and my love is a major art
My love is not one's love
but the soul of all that is urgent to heal
my love is a love from below
that the future brought me to make it steep
my love, the most in love
he is forgotten in his old pain
my love opens chest to death and throws its luck
with a better time
my love, this love hardened
it's a sun on
for who deserves love
Only among all we can make this a better place :)