How can I say yes, I agree to you. When it is not you but the forced being induced in you? Calling love a rose but a fragrance free rose. How can I imagine Emotions that are beaten in and out, without a soul? Do you mean that Fishes fly? And birds swim? Of which wonder you speak? Unable to grasp the Lessons you teach. To the one who believes in love The love of art, the love of life, Emotions so strong. And so you preach, there is no thing called love? What then is the emotions called?