If Love exonerates someone, but people do not, then I would not want to be in their place.
The greatest misfortune for a person is when Love leaves because she no longer cares.
Without Love, we are like sperm in an ass. Just as we realize where we are, the race and effort cease to make sense. Love leaves because she is beside the innocent, to comfort him. To give him hope. And to ensure he does not give up. She knows and understands everything. She knows the hearts of those without Love too and sees what is inside them.
Do you accuse? Do you judge? Do you have the right? Do you think that no one knows what’s in your heart? We are all in the same cart. We have bodies. Some better, others worse. We are where we are.
You are So holy? So Wonderful? Why? Because you go to church? Pray for others? Give alms? Love?
You love crap. Only you love your own asses, where you are and that’s it.
I cry when I look at you and I feel bad.
Love knows what’s in your hearts. You are not so holy. You’re not even sperm, just sometimes what should be in that ass.
For now, I leave because I can no longer bear to look at your hearts.
Love to wonabru