Jan 4, 2009

Love Is. . .

Not a new poem, but a definitely the first time I post this online. No, you're not the first to read this, cause she was the first person to read this. I wrote this on the 27th of January 2008. Approximately a year ago. Who is she? Can someone remind me, of her?



Love Is...

Is love something that we’re afraid of?
Is love something we should be running from?

Are you afraid of falling in love?
Afraid to lose the freedom that you got,
Gazing from a cage on other flying dove,
Is that what you once thought?

Are you scared that you’ll be hurt?
Trust me I feel the same too,
I’m real and I’m not a flirt,
And I’ll be waiting for just a clue.

I’ve been hurt before,
And I know it’s hard for you to start,
I hope there’s not anymore,
Shattered hearts is not a work of art.

I can’t promise you big houses and fancy cars,
I can only promise you love that last forever.

There’s nothing sweeter since the day we met,
There’s no reason for me to be sad,
I want to see you more and more each day,
So much more than words can ever say.

I feel lucky to have you as a part of me,
Felt blessed and I wondered if this is a test,
Love got me blind and there’s nothing I can see,
Somehow only you appear to be the best.

If only I can tell you how much I care?
I would do anything just to be there,
Someone tell me if love is what I feel,
It’s too good it seemed too surreal.

Love is beautiful when you appear in my mind,
You’re special to me; you’re one of a kind.





I don't feel good, but it doesn't mean that it's bad.
Love is...