Confessions Tower
Love comes to make us dream with smile and tears, sometimes
he who taught me how to love does not love me, however
I don't love the one I should have loved, even though
we cry when love betrays our beliefs, in a moment
he loves the one who scales down love, because
you are not sure if you are in love, provided that
one can generate love for two, in condition that
I told them love is not like this, to my surprise
those in love do not see love, however hard
action parallels manipulation, in this case
love tells me a story to denounce itself, if
justice gives love a very bad name, then
he persuaded me to love you, although
love is just a religion in disguise, still
they asked me why I love you, I said
love makes me sick, if and only if
I don't know how to love.
"All babies are born out of great pain, over and over are born into great pain ..."
All Babies, Sinéad O'Conner
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