Love is a gift.

You tear in pieces, wash in dust, soul, your feelings outside.

Only in your eyes your light is cold, nothing and no one else you need. Steps, heart, knees in blood, lips shiver in the wind swollen. In order to start and save love, people around you need understanding. In order not to keep the chest of evil, not to tear the root of darkness from trust. Do not throw words at a person, do not cremate someone's patience. On a wild, sick, lustful day, you should not look for comfort. Or by the neck holding in wine, drowning in the name of the soul of healing. You should not be afraid to forgive and appreciate. You should not cut your veins without anesthesia. To be loved, learn to love. Love is a gift. Love is not a threat.