The winds of love that slowly take shape hurricane

 

                     The winds of love that slowly take shape hurricane
Caresses the beginning that could become in abandonment
The end of a love is the beginning of another quato more love, the more I hate
And love is an innocent child who craves affection
Love is flower that begs to be watered
Love is bird that lives in the freedom of their wings
Love is the wind that carries the dreams to anywhere
Love is the river that can make your way to the sea
Love is the dawn of a new day with the sunrise
Love is time that is wise and makes us enteder that I can not live without you
Love is are half true that we will never say not to hurt those we love
Love is a cold night without fire to warm us
Love is the power to dream with one word
Love is love

 

                                           Paul X brow