This is love,
The password to the world of crazy,
Fears mixed with a bit of passion,
A constant state of confused minds,
Love is more a feeling as described my many,
It is majorly a decision you have to make.
The butterflies swarming the tummy,
The constant dizziness from too much passion,
The smile that cuts across the shape of the lips,
The thought that brings joy to your face,
The feeling that the past is forever behind you
And the future is settle in a grand style.
Do true love still exist?
Or something we have to read about from Shakespeare?
Lust has kidnapped love and held it in ransom,
With infatuation clouding its mind till it fades away,
What is left is what many people have to fight about,
This isn’t the ecosystem love was created for.
We were created as a pact of love,
Just as suggested by the belief of our religion,
Yet mothers sell their children for a slice of bread,
And blame it on poverty whilst they have refused to sweat,
The cycle continues with everyone blaming another for their woes,
Till love becomes extinct like dinosaurs we have to read about.
Well, true love still exist in my own world,
It doesn’t mean I have not had my own share of hurts,
Love is just the light at the end of the tunnel of my past,
The feeling of having someone to call your own,
The constant communication that subconsciously makes you smile,
And the silent prayer that it should never end in tears.
There is something about love that makes it easy for me to write about. I have a great feeling and want people to believe in love again before it gets extinct. Yes, extinction. The more people believe love doesn't exist, the more extinct it goes.