Love is a seed that we plant,
Without attraction,
With passion,
Love is an event..



Love is a nightmare,
Touch my hands.
Tell about your friends,
Love is not fair.


Love me near the sky,
I think about love, about seeds,
See your love, your needs,
Love when you say goodbye.


Love and dont say to much,
Imagine the horizon,
Your eyes with sublime form,
Love with touch.


Victor Marques