Love, this little word, which filled both within,

 Love, this little word, which filled both within,

sometimes happiness, harmony and dreams of

fantasy, occasionally bitter, bitter madness and pain,

but we all want to feel our heart, that feeling, that

passion which involves the definition, when this

happens, we feel great, we would be able to show our love, from up without knowing fly, to the highest

heaven, to lose the brightest star we can find, write

your name on it without waiting nothing else, who at

that time, thought that can harm us?, who can

imagine that as it comes, you can go?, Nobody ever.

We all believe that is the best thing that could happen, The Biggest, infinite, universal and

interminabl and, still more, if the love for that

someone, is corresponded do alike. No one is guilty

of love, For the heart always decides, without reason,

And if by vicissitudes of life comes a day the sad

goodbye, In your whole being feels the misery and despair, Leaving your body and your mind mired, in

tears and pain. But we must not surrender to the

harsh reality never, never lose hope, which is what

makes you dream, you have to go your way, never

looking back, always remember lived, knew

happiness you give, and have always present your s dreams overtake them, all have a destiny which

marks our lives, we must follow the path healing our

wounds, who knows if tomorrow anywhere, on any

street corner, sitting and waiting quiet us, that we all

so crave called: HAPPINESS