Love is as an innocent child , who perseveres a huge colourful balloon. No one is in right to blow up his colourful world-balloon at his early age.
Love is beatiful as it is. It's a reason to fight for . It bonds your heart with a tight knot in fluctuate songs. It thrils as a first sang lullaby other the hells and captures alls happiness. Otherwise love can be blind and a vitriolic feeling, sometimes people who see it as a source of living are stigmatized with its abnoxious connection. Obviously in this case, love is been hit by a deliquence, a missbehaviour and actually chokes the other person with too much careness. Love is a feeling who cares in its pocket serious consequences,leaves people hypnotized.Here conscience can't help, it seems parelized ,with no action. Here consecience sees the light just through small gaps which in the end are fullfiled in by love. And of course it can not move anymore.
Love is too young to know what conscience is, and nobody knows if conscience is born of flame.
