The Roses Of Love

There are different ways of loving, each of which has its own merits and defects, each of which is born of a need, a need or simply a desire, a desire or a lack, an uneasiness or even a dream, a dream hidden in the human soul that pushes us towards others, leads us towards others and weaves bonds that are sometimes fragile, sometimes indissoluble. And whatever the reason we find ourselves loving, we find ourselves loving in many ways, because there are many reasons that push us towards others, many are the reasons why we yearn for an embrace, or a kiss. All this goes far beyond the simple instinct, it is something that resides within us, our way of loving is something that develops with us, is nourished by desires and deficiencies, by losses and conquests, by joys and sorrows, of fear and serenity and in this way we carry his seed inside for a long time, until it blooms, until it manifests itself in its form and demands from us what often we are not able to give even to ourselves: Our desire to love develops in us at a certain time, in a certain way, the fruit of our experience, the perfect synthesis of our character.