At the coming of love, I always ask
Why should be you?
Why not the other, more, more easily?
Why should I love you?
Is it wrong if love is questionable?
Am I alone who do not understand?
The coming of love is a gift
But sometimes love is not always true
Love comes with its attention
Love comes with courage and sincerity
Love comes with the wait
Love comes with him
Everything is so beautiful, could I refuse it?
The remaining time, if so obstacle?
I had to choose in order not to lose him forever
When the arrival of love bring a scorching embers all.
MRAR
