Not very often am I reminded of it .
But when it comes its difficult to leave.
So i ask you this question
What is love?
When you say someone you love them,
What is it that you actually do?
Do you like them, Do you adore them
Do you want them to stay with you?
Do you feel good when they are around,
Do you feel good when they talk to you
Do you feel good when they are happy,
Without them does your life feel sappy.
Is the rhythm gone when they leave you,
Does the time stops and nothing rhymes the way it used to ?
May be it is true May be you want it to.
So when I delved deeper into my thoughts,
Something i stumbled upon
Is this love thing actually true
The loss of which causes so much rue
Have we all been living a loving lie.
Do we love some one or do we love the idea of someone
Do we adore them or do we adore the qualities they have?
I think its ourselves that we love the most.
We cant stand if the beloved rants or acts the way we don't want.
I think this love is but a lie. I may be wrong but so far that's all that I could find.
