Love~~

Is it something to be earned;

Or is it something to be lost,

Is it something to be seen;

Or something to be heard,

But when the time comes,

To show what we have within us,

It disappears behind the deep dark clouds of our thoughts…

Does it come in silence;

And leave the same way,

Does it change us for good;

Or destroys us for our sake,

Does it command us to be in action;

Or to be spoken for, if we feel the same,

But when the time comes,

And the blood runs cold,

The unconditional becomes conditional,

And it disappears behind the deep dark clouds of our thoughts…

So, for us – the love has changed its meaning,

From getting drowned in happiness and joy,

To hoping for it be unconditional forever…