Tears of a passion !

  Sometimes I stop and think and wonder ,

why will be that love is a feeling, so unique and at the same time, can make us suffer so much?
Why love hurts so much that will be ? Sometimes , talking with my heart , I wonder why all this is sufficient only if we deliver in full , without fear, without complications or fears of getting hurt ,
but , as always , doubts will always accompany us in every moment of our lives , even thinking that we are certain of what we are about to do , or believe you may be a mistake that we commit and which some day we shall repent . Ah ! this selfish love , which makes us want someone just for ourselves, without thinking about anything or anyone, all that matters is that someone loves us and never abandone.without notice , give an importance that may not be so well deserved because all that matters is to live in the moment and forget until life itself .

Sometimes I ask my heart what the word really means passion!
it would be just a simple 6-letter word that has no meaning or even a real and concrete meaning , or was it a cousin of love that comes into our life just in order to destroy our forces and end our immunity , leading us to the extreme of folly until it can be both if you want , even if it , will come to life on its head and become our true feelings all inside out !
and then , as time goes by , we realized too late that it was just something like a burning fire, we hurt the skin making it all burn like a huge bonfire , a moment insane, crazy a sweet fleeting

Finally , when all through, when everything around us finally settle down and the universe back to his old calm, realized it was not quite what it really wanted , the dream he craved and the great love he wanted, that's where we see the evil we made for ourselves , we do not think , just act on impulse , not apologize , just try not to appear so obvious .
We never know exactly what we want and we get hurt , that feeling we feed , we invented this madness often and just do not think of the consequences , as can happen to us later.

And one day when it all ends , and all that colorful and beautiful dream comes to an end without even having actually happened and given some fruit , is frustrating , disappointing , but we know that nothing can be again as it was before .
when everything ends there are only memories of a love that became only illusion and face, only the marks of tears a passion!