Love
the many faces
It
doesn't show all the colours
It
comes as it wants
It
leaves as it likes
There
is the living
Love
comes to the scene
Of
the many ways it shines
It
never wants to tell as it likes
The
bright light of love
Everything
seems so free
There
is no hindrance on its way
The
smooth flow the mind rejoice
Sometimes
the ugly faces
Love
makes all the pain and sorrow
The
painted face and the lies
The
road seems bumpy and uneven rides
Love
the many faces
It
never shows its full deck of cards
The
road of sparkling lights and shadows
It
can make all the pain and sorrow
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