Love is a legendary white horse
Who will fall under his foots will find his self broken inside a pit of slime
and he will Cry a long time, till his wounds heal up
And who know how to ride it, will travel with it to a world of superstitious magic
The most important matter is to ride the love and never allow him to ride you.
And, don't take off your masks in the vestibules of love, instead of this, strongly stick it to your face, your wounds and the unknown parts of your soul.
Cause each mask slip from his place
You will take a sharp stab in his place
The love as we dream of it, is a love created only to dream of it
And who live his love honestly
Soon get broken as any dreamer
Who insisted that his dream would continue, even after, he leaves his bed
As me.
how about you? what do you think of love?