Our Love

Our Love



Our love nourishes our life...
Its bread is light, is bright ... is hope
What is born each day and revalidates
Desire to live. It makes us children...
Love that so often disturbs us
And in this, transports us freely,
Then the most beautiful in transforms,
In so many beautiful flowers, is a seed...?
Love that God forbid he dies,
Otherwise we die gradually...
In pain and sorrow, we succor,
Because I know that in its absence, I'm crazy...
I do not want or need richness...
Blessed by God, for sure!

MARCOS LOURES