It can be life itself, when it's simply love. So did I know love! So did I know love!



Love

It could be felt 
Only when lost.
It could be experienced
Only when it's given.

It could be showered
Only when it should be.
It could be thought divine
Only when you worship it.

It could be fascinating
Only when it keeps you amazed.
It could be scary
When the trust is lost.

It could bring tears
When it bears fears.
And it could be counted
Only when it's give and take.

It could be within four walls 
When you shut the world outside.
And it could be dark
When you don't see the bright light out.

It could be disastrous
When it goes dramatic.
It could be a fantasy
When it's built on fancy.

It could be hard
When you touch it soft.
It could be be heavy 
When you take it light.

It could be cozy
When you make it noisy.
It could be timid 
When you don't dare for that.

It could be weak
When you see it meek.
It could be touched
Only if you place your hands.

It could be seen 
Only if your eyes see them.
It could be enjoyed
When it's not alone.

It could be heard
When you listen to it's nuances.
It could be a promise
If it's given for the right person.

It could be painful
If it's deprived.
And it could be drastic
If it's served wrong.

It could be tasted
Only if you drink a big full cup.
It could be taught 
Only if you master the art of loving.

It could be rhythmic
If you can music to that.
It could be lost forever
It no proper care is given.

It could be memories
Only if it's made precious.
It could be rejoicing
Only if it's within the right ones.

It could be partied
Only in sweet companies.
And it could be parted
When you intend to do that.

It can be life itself 
When it's simply love.
So did I know love!
So did I know love!

Parvathy Ramachandran

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