What is love ?
Is this same what I feel for her
Or is it what she feels for me
But what if combination is love
And we both feel differently
I don't know
If this is love ?
I have seen my mother
I have felt her care for me
She had a different dictionary
Because near her I felt free
She never says it out loud
So I don't know
If this love ?
So is it what my sister feels
Does in a different way
Which involves how she heals
My thoughts and understanding
We have a wide gap between us
Filled with late night talking
I still don't know
If this is love
But with my father
I never do any of the fancy things
Neither did he complaints about it
Nor he denies any belongings
There is an unsaid communication
Between him and me
I think I know
This sacrifice of words is love.
Now if I combine every picture
Every side of love I have ever seen
It gives the image so bizzare
That no one has ever seen
It is in crying , silence and glare
I don't know but I feel its everywhere
I should say before these words flee
I know love and it was with all of me
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 3:32 PM UTC
What is love ?
Is this same what I feel for her
Or is it what she feels for me
But what if combination is love
And we both feel differently
I don't know
If this is love ?
I have seen my mother
I have felt her care for me
She had a different dictionary
Because near her I felt free
She never says it out loud
So I don't know
If this love ?
So is it what my sister feels
Does in a different way
Which involves how she heals
My thoughts and understanding
We have a wide gap between us
Filled with late night talking
I still don't know
If this is love
But with my father
I never do any of the fancy things
Neither did he complaints about it
Nor he denies any belongings
There is an unsaid communication
Between him and me
I think I know
This sacrifice of words is love.
Now if I combine every picture
Every side of love I have ever seen
It gives the image so bizzare
That no one has ever seen
It is in crying , silence and glare
I don't know but I feel its everywhere
I should say before these words flee
I know love and it was with all of me
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