I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE LOVE IS

I will repeat it, what beautiful is the love and everybody ought to fight for this when it is a real love and true but someone is too shy or the circumstances does not may it, that's seem to me, have you felt in love so big anytime? One which enter you until the bones and burns you for inside, the love was here in my heart and the same love she gave me still go on, there fine save, this is the reason for I never shall be able to forget her, they say: the firsts times never forget them and I will never forget our first kiss, perhaps you already do not recall it but I was the first who kissed you on the lips, I do not forget the savor of your mouth, it may be you do not think in this but I still love you, our first kiss, just if I could heave a sigh, nothing will exist for always I know it and even so I wanted to believe that not, all has to finish ever and this would be like this, all would end.

She was a common girl but I saw more of there the fire started in my heart and nor myself know how this happened, not either me recall how all began, soon after I meet her became us in good friends, what is it what would occur too late? could not it be more obvious? We must have known what would pass or perhaps we already know it each time we passed together and all this meant, her kisses came in for my veins, then, open my veins because I want to bleed me up until I dead, her eyes were not different but to me they were so cute as a relief, I wanted to enter in they, it seemed to me watch the moonlight on them because there was a spark in them and she used to tell that it was for me, certainly it might be for me, maybe if, it was me who caused it but what would she be doing now? Does she still think me? Or already forgot me? Why do I always come back to your feet? Why do I always end in your arms when you want me to have? Just because I want to know what the love is?