What's love?Portuguese Version
Can it be real without being true?
Or can it be true without being real?
Why does it exist when it can't be?
Why is it sometimes so hungry like a wolf?
And sometimes so cold as the mountain snow?
Is it a name or an ideal?
Is it a Werther or a Romeo?
Why sometimes does it make us feel above everything?
And then smashes our spirits beyond the edge?
Is it a feeling or a disease?
Is it eternal or just ephemeral?
Is it just watching from distance without touching?
The same way we watch a distant landscape?
©2005 Eduardo Magela Rodrigues