The Meaning Of Love

The love...
A curse without the limit...
Sweet and killed you were slow...

The curse that beautiful
and made you realise that you were stroked...
Nina slept... Sang the beautiful song.... that finally had been realised by you.....
The song... the symphony.... made you be lonely....
The eternal curse that made you become weak...
Seen firm like coral... But... when you fell.... you did not know again how you got up.
The love.... the perfect dream.... conquered the your heart
crushed your spirit...
Burnt your spirit...
And finally killed you were slow.... in the enjoyment.