When you love

 Dearest  you, 

When you live you love.
When you love you loose.

When you live, you give.

When you give, you choose.

When you are pained, you refrain from the world so full of grain, but you love, will it be worth the storms et rains et sincere hurricanes, should you have put up your barricades?

When you love, will you be with the one you love?

Will you be by her side?

Will you l0ve her till you die? 
When you love will you cry? 
When you love will it make the night skies brighter?

When you love will your life be better?

When you love does the world seem to smile?

When you love, when you love, tell me world, does that love simply wither et fall to the ground like leaves in winter, does it ever, like ever EVER does it ever say goodbye?

I don’t know abouts  that kinds of love that isn’t bitter. But I know that somehow living makes it all ever better.

Yours,

RS

ps. Love is merde, utter so, gee look at Shakespeare Uff I cannot even think of his fou!