Love, love, and love
Why love just on lips
What is love as a mere lust passion
In the absence of wear logic
Just as a means to feeling just bubbling up
The real love
Made itself felt among other means
Beat all the egos and the meaning that is not necessarily the direction
Willing to accept all its shortcomings
Love for no reason
Instead of hoping for or expecting
Instead of just giving and want to get a reply
And isn't it also suddenly came and then ran toward left
The real brave love embodies for the future
Without giving wind fantasies, falsehoods, and doubt
