Reality
Reality
We are full of passions
And we assure it is love.
These, instead of nourishing the soul,
Hurt the heart.
Some love eternally,
And receive nothing for their love.
She who is loved, plays at mad love,
While he suffers for her love.
As time goes by,
There will be a shortage of love.
They will confuse the most tender love,
With the joy of vile passion.
As long as all continue to confound,
To love, with the satisfaction of two,
We shall find real men,
Desiring true love.
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