Love doesn’t live with a doubt.

If it can’t speak out loud

it looses it’s voice,

it can’t rejoice,

it can hear only noise.

Love doesn’t live with fears.

When fear appears love disappears.

When separated it suffers

and turns into the duffer.

Love doesn’t live without trust,

it will never last.

Without trust it looks ugly,

blackly, badly and madly.

It doesn’t feel protected,

in the eyes of darling it’s not reflected.

Love can only live when it’s fair,

when it doesn’t hide eyes,

when it doesn’t hide tears.

And now I would like to confess:

True love is always sure in success.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)