The song of passionate souls

The song of passionate souls


Feeling is something inexplicable
Does love make us free, or prisoners?
And what are the words?
Sincere or decorated?
Because when we lose
Or they lose us
Love suffocates
And at the same time alleviate?
Is the hug true?
And the kiss?
Is it really the song of souls in love?
Does the apparent
It is really the desire contained
From a heart always in need
What ever question
And you do not find your answer?
What is worth more?
Words coming
From an unconditional intelligence portal
And wisdom
Or a narrated text of pure fantasy?
Does the desire contained
Would it really become permissible?
Admiring or loving?
Sometimes we find something with our eyes closed.
That we never see before
With eyes open
We are not alone
But also
We are not complete
And what is worth more?
Love in silence
Or incomplete love?
And time, what will it do?
It will perpetuate in an endless search
Or will love simply die like this?
Happiness exists, is unique,
The prize of all good being,
A virtue of God
So let's be happy
May happiness hang over all those who seek love.
Those who suffer because they love too much
Those who have good hearts
Even those who cry for love
May love always make life reborn
Because life
It is rebirth


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