Love is a Word I cannot understand.
Love is a mystery.
Love is enchanting.
But Love can also be sorrow,
Just like the rose, beautiful indeed, but full of thorns.
What is love anyway?
What makes me fall in love?
What makes me want to wait for you?
What makes me dream with you?
Is there a true essence for love, or is it just foolishness?
If I would only be permitted a word to describe Love,
Indeed, you would be the One… your name… your essence.
Jesus, sweet Jesus, lover of my soul.
Your name is above all names,
Your name which takes my breath away…
Why no sorrow when I love you Jesus?
But when I love a man, there is sorrow at the end.
My heart crushes into peaces, disappears like ashes.
Is it wrong in me to love a man?
Is it wrong for me to wish happiness?
SIN CONCLUIR...
PAOLA 2008
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