What do you know about love?
About the way it has shaped you?
Do you know how it created the space inside?
Were you aware of the shapes of its rooms,
Made with breathing walls,
Its vastness decorated with memorabilias.

In each space, the same tune plays,
Like a subtle hum.
You carry it in the way you walk and talk,
In the way you look and feel.
You may have forgotten, you may doubt it,
But it is more real than
What you'd be without it.

Only love can make pain precious,
And turn sadness to a homage.
Only love can turn anger to an act of kindness.
Only love can cure your blindness.
Only love can make solitude warm,
Only love can withstand a storm.

And when you ripped from me
My love,
You rendered my heart but a shell.
My soul oozing blood,
My life, a living hell.

I should've cherished the kisses,
The warmth in those hugs.
I should've written down the stories,
Before paying that heavy cost...

So I ask you once again,
What do you know about love?