That love

Was that love really my great love?

Doubts took over certainty.

Tears of the pain of love took the place of joy.

The sweetness turned to bitterness.

For a long time of that love.

They say love doesn't hurt.

But they forgot that to live love.

True love, you have to live it. It needs to be built.

Even over the bitterness of a sweet love.

At some point, there will be pain.

But if this love is real, it will have strength.

Strength to become a great love.

And our love…

it had that strength.

It had that root, so strong that would bear fruit.

Caused by the planted seeds of love,

that were swept away by a hurricane when you left me,

but even so, he was unable to destroy our love.

The one we planted in our beloved winter.