Love is a child of folly. ... Love is ever rewarded either with the reciprocal, or with an inward and secret contempt. ... Love is not just about feelings, it is about BEHAVIORS/

I found love in the rain, In the blooms of love that intoxicate every heart, It is better I will tell I found love in the spring But now this spring is gone little by little to autumn And all the green of nature is going to the red of disappointment

Now how can I write about that? There are no flowers for love only thorns a barrier against love Just the red and yellow of nature This is a cold century ...