Love

Love is fire that buns without being seen;

It wound that hurts and does not feel;

It is an unhappy;

It is pain that bothers without hurt.

It is not wanting more than good will;

It is a solitary walk among us;

It is never content himself with joy;

It's a look that is gained by losing.

You will want to be trapped by

To seve who wins the winner,

You have someone kill us loyalty.

But how coud cause your favor

Human hearts friendsship;

Is exactly the opposite is the same love?