For half the world is already in love, and the other half doesn’t know of it.
Love wasn’t a first sight connection,
Love wasn’t some sort of attraction
Love wasn’t lust that one could see everywhere
Love wasn’t in a material good anywhere.
Love was on the infant’s face when he saw his dad
Love was in that tear in mom’s eye when she saw her lad
Love was to gain attention by making small things great
Love was everything apart from hate.
Love meant it was life with little happiness
Love without fights was aimless
Love contradicted itself cause fights resulted to sorrow
Love then concluded it was just emotions or hollow.
Love gave a meaning, no definition or outline
Love was on a grey cloud the silver line
Love was everything for which one was living today
Love was a spark in one’s smile to lighten one’s way.
Love wasn’t in that kiss that anyone could share
Love was in the wounds of anger one could bare
Love wasn’t a reminder in one’s mind
Love was invisible maybe thus created the blind.
Understanding love might take not years but life
Or take it as pure calmness after a disturbing strife.