Someone asked me,
"What is love?"
How can I answer?
How can a blind describe the sky that she didn't see?
Oh, I know that it is blue and sometimes dark,
Because they said so,
How will I know?
For I can't see.
They said love is like the sun,
So bright and so warm.
But,hey,
How can I know?
How can the fish feel the warmth knowing that she is a cold blooded?
Oh, I know that it gives strength and energy,
Because at times I feel it too,
But how can I be so sure?
For I am left in the dark and cold.
Love flows like the river,
Yes, sure,
But tears flow too,
How do I differentiate?
I know that river flows to the sea,
Because everything starts and ends with it,
So, how can they say that love flows like the river?
Unless, they have felt the current running into their veins,
I only have blood in mine, no more no less.
Don't tell me about love,
For even you don't know that depth of it,
You haven't seen the sky fully as well,
You can feel the sun but you can't look at it too,
And the river?
Yes,it flows but not to you but to the sea,
So tell me about it,
If you have died on the cross,
Until then,
Love is a just a word.
