A world of love

A world of love.

And again, and always, I will love...
This noble feeling that makes the world,
That has always been, will always exist;
And it is thanks to him that one enters into the round...
In the round time, the round of life,
Sometimes we are disappointed, but we often delights..
But of course, I know well, the world is not going well...
We are distraught, we no longer believe in anything,
Too much war, misery, the power of money
That démunit some,and gives them to the highest bidders..
Yet the love is there, we see it every day,
It is the plant fragile, born on the rubble
A field reduced to ashes, ravaged by bombs,..
It is the smile of a child, a child born of love,
Who has not asked, who is there by chance,
And yet he is there, he has the right to her hand...
Its share of love, life, and share hope
Of a happy future, from a good start..
Hard to believe, and yet , and yet...
Do we not see flower in the shade of the ghettos,
These dancers, these slameurs, footballers of the shallows,
That is said without principles, and without education,
That we learn to live, and we are doing the lesson?
Love is a flower that blooms without choosing,
Neither the place nor the time, it is necessary for us to say,
Don't count on without me, I'll always
To foil your plans, make a world of love !!