The love.

The love.

So many countless times loved. 
Every time people insistedon demonstrating
that it is impossible to love. 

But I'm in love with love. 
Always trying and trying to find. 
Continue looking for love. 
Even more not knowing what it is. 

Today my love grew. 
Nobody defines only. 
Today it's me and more. 

It's me and a friend and my companion. 
Joked to talk to the world for ideas
that overflow endlessly on endless
words and figures of all
graces and even abstract. 

My love spreads well. 
In beautiful and sometimes ugly
figures and ideas. 
That are varied and convey
all the feelings. 

Each in a timely
or not the time. 
That nurture and bother to 
the extent and at the right time. 

And may provoke
contempt and desire
but do not pass only. 

And either way
and it is imperative
that the end is good
and the good cause. 
How should always be love.