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?