Thursday, 30 April 2015


Could it be the passion
That makes me want to
Hold you for no fashion
As though my temple were yours?
What is love?

Is that which I hear
Or that which I see
And wish that it be
As crystal’s clear?
What is love?

Could it be that which sets me free
Or that which make me agree,
fear the word “loose”
And know my goals are achieved
And that I forever lived?
What is love?

Love ! Yes love !
Just like a passing wind
Embraces all it sees
Never sees what it pleases
An emotion, a feeling of wanting
What is love?

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