What is love ? par Séphora (1°ES 2000-2001)

What is love ?

Who knows exactly ?

Sometimes as sweet as a dove,

It can be harsh and make you unhappy...

What are its enemies ?

Distance, time flying away

Can kill it

And there’s nothing you can say...

When it disappears

It is like millions of arrows

That breaks your heart, and tears

Go down your cheeks and nose...

Sorrows are worse than anything -

They hurt, they sting

They get uncontrollable and destructive

And in remembrance we live...