I’ve been told in the game of love all is fair Love without pain in this world is rare Love is the hardest thing in life Flowing like a stream and painful as a knife We expose ourselves with our heart on our sleeve How do we manage continuing to believe How can we manage and remain in love When it seems like arrows are shot from above Blindly going forward and hoping not to fall We follow the course giving love its all With love sorrow and sadness will also be around Through sorrow and grief happiness will be found Protected and deliberate is the path we must take Our hearts desire the love that we make
Guayaquil
Ecuador