The Question

It all began when they asked me, they asked me what love was,

but I found myself unable to answer this question then because.

I was proud, and I was vain, and greatly I was unwise,

but now I've learned to be more humble for I have paid the price.

The answer to this question for long I could find not,

and it became the only thing in life that I began to sought.

Through many years I lived, I learnt and then I'd have them cherished,

but along with this I had to leave my beloved ones who had perished.

And alas! What wisdom had taught me not, it was taught by dread,

I witnessed what love truly meant from the memory of the dead.

Love is not what we all call it, it's not the pleasure of eye.

Those that claim to have loved at first sight did not even try.

Love is the warmth of heart we feel for those we know and those alone.

We're born with it, we die with it, we live with it by our side.

Only those who truly love, above the mountains glide.

Love is in the touch of a friend, in the touch of those who are kind. 

And only those who truly love, they find the peace of mind.