Life has taught us that sound
Does not consist in gazing each other,
But in looking outward,
As one in the same path
You call it madness,
But I call it Love.
Without love, nothing in life
Love. look with mind, not eyes
Love! we born with it
Fear! what we learned from here
Love! spirit of all compact of fire,
A winged angel, painted in blind;
The story of lovers in the world
Love begins when Life perceives,
It decline the embarrassment,
When they alone together.
Love is that which,
Submits to the arbitration of time
Richest than ever, in the Universe;
Love each other, Love yourself
And thousands of will love you.