Love is a song that stained up in the air
Whether dead or not it'll always be there
Love is supper on a pair of lips
Onto tender heart it's drops
Love is both sun and moon
Across the sky  meeting each other
Love is a lake that rages with passion
Finding ways to you no matter what's the fashion
Love is a walk in the park
While two hand, are held together
Love is when you run out of words
and you'd keep repeating just coz they run dry
Love may be a word to describe feelings
but will always be the abounded fruit tree
that would always be new with every shoot

By: Zoulaikha