Someone thinks love is a piece of paper to write something as you like wow he thinks about games long played in annals by you see the Bourbos oh alas the idiot let you know to be better in life love is like air hidden in your heart in around elsewhere everywhere
it touches whom you love it touches whom you hate
oh yes love is not an item
related to only a quivering
girl always in haste for nothing damn you see love is
made of history woven in myths it is even made for
a rascal like you understand
it is not a piece of paper or a
blank kiss of an idiot
there is blood sweat and thousands of cries behind
and murders deep dark full
of wars all floating invisible
in air we are taking in our
hearts so be careful about
love it may be god again
it may be devil like who desires
yet please you be kind not
to forget to love again and again as world awaits you.