Love is fire:
It warms your heart.
Shall I be known as a liar?
If I postulate that in my life, it has taken part.
Love is beautiful;
Beautiful as pictures no man can draw,
And it is brittle,
The connection could easily be lost.
Love does not consist of gazing at each other,
But looking in the same direction,
Its the path we chose together,
In order to keep this connection,
And for that thy eternal fire shall never fade,
For in my heart it burns, and shall forever stay.
