Is love a sprout from nature

like life is in a field full of rain?

How does love begin?

Does it first begin by being friends

then falling into an illusion?

Why do we fall in love with all those emotions

that hurt or make us feel thrilled?

Why do we fall in love with al those delightful

words that flatter us?

Is love a game that is part of our lives

or are we part of the game

we pretend to know how to play

and resolve like a problem in mathematicas?