Sometimes love seems to be a game with undefined rules.
Newbies believe in their fortune, build castles in the air,
But from the first steps realise that fortune is not always fair.
It can be a grace for the blessed or a fraud for fools.
Professionals catch the luck, learning how to cheat.
Treat their fate as a convive, taste love as wine.
This war is not for the weak. Ardour, battle line.
If you want to stay alive, play your own script.
For old stagers love is a bay for a weary heart.
This enigma is canaan, fervour, sense of life,
And those lucky enough, who get it and survive,
Treat love as a flower, woven of moonlight.
Картина Буше Франсуа "Мишень любви"