Love me with that passion and never let go, for that's the only thing that keeps me alive and safe from the ropes of jealousy and malice.

It's not the same to break-up, come back, and leave than to break-up, leave, then come back.

Be truthful telling me you hate me, but please don't lie telling me you love me.

Close your eyes. It's easier to see that angel that left earth. If you can't, take the blindfold off.

Love is a synonym of intricacy and complexion, but just as Winter has snowstorms, and Fall has dead leaves... Summer has heatwaves filled with passion and Spring has the blooming of aromatic flowers that fill the soul with peace and affection.