What is love?
Is it a bird that flies away in the blue?
If so, then how do we know which bird it is?
How do we catch that bird to keep it in a cage?
Can love be imprisoned?
If so, then why do we feel the need for freedom?
Then it is not a bird, nor should it be imprisoned.
Is it a flower that yields in the green?
If so, then how do you know which flower it is?
How do we pick the one to keep in a vase?
Can love be picked and kept in a vase?
If so, then why does the petals fall and die?
Then it is not a flower, it is more than that.
It is a feeling that goes out of control;
It is a joy that knows no bound;
It is a fantasy that never ends.
It is a fear that overtakes our mind;
It is a pain that squeezes the heart;
It is an emptiness that makes us cry.
It is a goodwill that knows no reasons;
It is a risk that we do not mind taking;
It is an honor for which we fight.
It is blindness that knows no color;
It is a dream we hope would materialize;
It is a passion that never dies.
It is a tide that floods the emotions;
It is a hope that keeps us alive;
It is a gift that we treasure in our hearts, until we die.