Epigram Poem by Elis Mita

I Love.
Because I've felt the hate.
I know.
Because I've learned from mistakes.
I'm strong.
Because I realize my weaknesses.
I'm happy.
Because I've met the sadness.
I dream.
Because I woke up.
I believe.
Because I feel The God.
I'm rich.
Because I've nothing to lose.
I've friends.
Because my heart they choose.
I give.
Because I've never received something.
In philosophy I live.
Because I know that I know nothing.  
I percept beauty.
Because of ugliness sense.
I'm alive.
Because I've touched death...
My hurted soul stays as she are.
Goes away, miles far.
And I believe in Love and in God, although the scratches in my heart...