War/ Love

With a quick glimpse of a life tends to change
Just as in a field of combat
Love does not take long to suffer any think
At any one is given the gift of fighting,
It is not there a better way to love.

One is not given to know the meaning of love,
However, it is because it is a reluctant war
What ever, when it starts, has a purpose that is burning
Tireless, endless, incongruous and strong for mismatch
He who embroiled in such a battle is filled with regret.

No War for those in love and salvation with
War that generates war garrida usually in vain
Unless the war is a simple proof of devotion
Because life can only be living in composition
With the feeling of love even if it is an act of volition.

For every day that you can breathe, every moment of life
That is nothing but a large War inappropriate
For a fruit of love constantly fury
Coming from a big war between a strong tenor,
Baritone that is not silent, but not mind

One day to come up against a chaos primarily
Frightening because it is only a small ingredient
In a macabre and dark place such as the War stubborn
Love overwhelming, devastating and forever
The sap of life that bears fruit continuously.