Trust is the love
It comes from believing
When anybody burns to anyone
Even couldn’t stir afar, no one
It’s called love
Then do you have love?

Care is the love
It depends on serving
When somebody turns to anyone
Even heart feels like a stone
It’s called love
Then do you have love?

Faith is the love
It clicks every nerve
When somebody gets bored alone
Even mind calls up to the bone
It’s called love
Then do you have love?

The need is the love
It always looks alive
When somebody seems good
Even sense feels like a hone
It’s called love
Then do you have love?

The love looks at the time
It doesn’t believe mime
When someone roves with one
Even some feeling is done
It gets closer the love
Then what do you have?

The love looks for prime
It doesn’t ask for a dime
When someone's faith has gone
Then the love is done
It breaks with the love
So what do you have?

The distance interrupts the love
Then doubt breaks the relation
Truly think, what do you have?
Was it real or be it like fashion?