How do i tell you
What
is love?
Is
there any specific definition of love?
Innocent,
but
the question is relevant.
So,
let’s try to figure out what love is.
Is
it your shadow on my personality?
Or
your fragrance in my mind?
Maybe
it’s your first kiss,
or
the last one.
Or
the cruel separation that’s been done.
Maybe
it's your warm breath on my lips,
or
a journey through a beautiful dream trips.
Is
it your aroma in my breath?
Or
the sweet nectar of your tongue,
between
my lips?
Is
it your thoughts in my brain?
Or
wet memories in the drizzling rain?
Maybe
it's the glimpse of your face in my eye,
or
an ocean of tears and a thousand cries.
Is
it the color of the wine, or something divine?
Or
something only God can define?
Maybe
it’s just a few odd words,
or
a dolorous poem, written in my blood.
Is
it the mark of your lipstick on my collar?
Or
the shadow of a bikini,
resting
on the bed’s corner?
Maybe
it’s two bodies clinging together,
beneath
a warm blanket on a winter night,
or
the sweet, naughty morning kisses fight ?
Maybe
it's the moment your heart says,
"Let’s
talk to him,"
and
your mind whispers,
"Stop;
just stop thinking about him."
Maybe
it's your feeling that he is my everything all,
or
the feeling of denying it—
no,
not at all.
Maybe
it’s simple,
but
a touch that runs deep in the heart,
or
a beautifully crafted emotion’s art.
Maybe
it’s the sweet intoxication, deep inside the soul,
or
the exsanguinating, wounds that bleed the soul
50
shades of gray, or a single color of life,
a
piece of trust, or a sharp betrayal’s knife.
Maybe
it’s death we experience while alive,
or
the power that helps us survive.
Is
this the mystery of love? What is love?
But
I’ve heard it said, love is a many-splendored thing,
and
yet, it comes down to just one thing:
I’m
concluding it.
Love
is the beautiful dimple on your cheek. That’s it.
Love
is the beautiful dimple on your cheek. That’s it.
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