"How good love is, how great and wonderful! He is always sweet and tender, always gives me his best fruits and best attributes."
Love would always give me his best then, and more and more each new time, he gave me of his happiness, surrender and dedication and thus each new day, love gave me more and more. But one day, I arrived and knocked his door and nobody opened, then I knocked again and nobody opened ; since this was very strange

 I forced the door, I broke it and went in, and to my horror, I found love, dead in the center of the room. When I approached him, and saw him, I asked myself: " What did he die from?" And I heard a voice saying, " "Love died out of love." But I did not understand and went in search of the truth since I wanted to know the cause of his death. I traveled through rivers and seas and finally found a wise hermit, to whom I asked...

  " I once had a love who was a great love, he was wonderful, giving me everything in abundance but one day, I knocked his door and he did not open, I broke the door and saw that he was dead. And when I asked myself the cause of his death, a voice said that he had died out of love. But I did not understand. Please, explain me what is the meaning of that."

And the wise hermit answered: " It does not mean more than what it means, which is   that love died out of love, but of course, you will not be able to understand, I will explain, but you will be tormented with the explanation. I think that you deserve to know the answer but you also deserve to have the torment: That great and wonderful love, who gave everything, died because he gave everything. Up to the point that one day he didn't have anything left for him, not even a drop of life. And if you want to know what's the reason that he died, then, he died because you killed him, you killed him because that love gave everything to you and you never gave him anything back.

   Love is a tree who gives exquisite and wonderful fruits but if you don't take care of him, he will die. That love died because you never gave him anything while he gave everything because of you. Your question carries now the sentence and your sentence carries a taste that is sweet and bitter in itself; sweet because you now know that love claims love, since love lives of love. And this is bitter because you never gave anything to your love and your love died because you never gave love to your love."