I wonder what is love.
is it the love for flowers ,
the rain and showers..
or love for something else?
I wonder how is love.
is it portrayed by guitars ,
drawn by winds then stars..
perfected by hours
or decorated however else?
I wonder why is love.
is it reasoned by errors,
to us blessings of ours..
depicted paved and parse
or timid reason-less?
I wonder when is love.
in petals blooming arts,
to hug enemies at wars..
or felt innate obsess?
I wonder where is love.
within me or apart,
where does it start
or does it belong confess?
I dream again this love.
musing bliss reverse,
to me- you it rehearse
or just vividness?
If I ever color Love
will I paint all the parts
to fill another heart
or leave it colorless..?
I wonder if I love
will i learn of what-
why, where, when and that.
or just some happiness?
