Love...we all write once in a while

Love....


The picture we always post is too sweet,
We all know all relations are bittersweet,
Just like the chocolate I eat,
With bitterness that makes it real,
Sweetness that fills you with zeal.

Doesn't it make you move with joy,
Oh it makes you wanna cry,
Cry not to be helpless and lie,
But to know and feel what's truly inside.

Love is not about holding too tight,
Its not a flying kite,
Its not the brightest light.

Love is the birds flight,
It will wander with its own right,
It is about sometimes disappearing out of sight,
Its the sunrise and sunset delight
Just enough to make you feel right
Its to feel open yet hide inside.

Oh it does take you places,
It makes you crazy with those wonderful faces,
It makes the joy a little bit more joyous,
It makes the sorrows a little deeper,
Hold the hand and not the arm,
You got to be there, but not like a post to stand,
Just like the way you can.

Cause this is love not a competition,
You don't put everything always right,
You will love and whatever that be,
When you don't think of love the way it seems to be...