Love Is...

Love

What is love?
Do you know what love means?
Have you ever ask that to yourself?
Well… I did
In fact I’ve been asking that
too many times to myself
Trying to find definitions and answers
That only then I began to realize
Love is…
More to how you feel than what you read
Its not on how much you take it
But instead on how you are willing to give
Indeed there are various ways for us
To express our love to the loved ones
Some shower them with money
Pampering them with lots of things
That sometimes people mistook
Passion for materialistic
While others prefer to love in serenity
And praying endlessly for nothing…
Nothing more than for happiness and safety
of their loved ones
Wherever they are and wherever they will be
There are some who prefer expressing it
Through words and drawings
Metaphors are used to describe beauty
With a simple word that makes a big difference
Colours in turn are like spices
That adds special effects to its presence
Nonetheless, not many are so lucky
To express love the way they want it
Some get love for being rich
While others give love despite of poverty
Some get love by gaining popularity
While others give love in full modesty
Some get love for their looks
While others have a heart that is beautiful
Some have love that are well blessed
By family and friends
Some love starts from a stare
Between two different people out there
Where strangers become friends
And a friendship that never ends
Love is not all about boy-girl relationship
Love blooms even in normal friendship
Love is always there in a family
The only difference perhaps
The way they express and prove it
I wish there can be more love in this world
If there is…
Then it means we are spared from seeing
All those blood flooding the street
Orphans are new title to those innocent kids
Whose parents were killed brutally
In searching for love and world peace
No, they never ask or wish for it
Neither do they want or need it
Guns then became a part of their life
For safety some would say
While others are just taking it up for display
To show how strong and almighty they are
Without realizing it comes with a price to pay
Some of which proved to be too costly
Even in a celebration of tears in victory
Nothing could ever pay the price of losing
The ones you love
Not even in a million century
So why, why do we keep doing it?
Isn’t it selfish?
Owning a gun doesn’t prove we are stronger
Having a sword doesn’t mean we are mightier
Killing someone doesn’t show we are in power
Losing a love doesn’t mean we have to be bitter
Life is beautiful in its own ways
And love is part of it
You were born with it
The beauty of love is so strong that you can’t deny
The existence of its wonderful feeling
Trust me
You will… feel it