Does it still make sense to reflect on love? A singular form of intellectual shame exists on this issue, while, however, countless and continuous are the questions that constantly cross the human feelings. Has every relationship a temporary destiny? Why do I desire to be loved just/precisely from that woman? Who can I trust? Saying I will love you forever , am I expressing something true? What is Indecent? With pure heart makes intellectuals and poets dialogue with old and new generations of lovers, trying to open the gates of a possibile heart's wisdom, in order to reach a finishing line/goal, able to reassigne dignity to the love message and avoid its reduction to an deceitful and irrational phenomenon.