Even after
so many years,
Even after
growing old and frail.
Love is
something we all will keep longing for.
You can
never fully understand their love story,
Because love
is defined differently for us all.
To them whom
is separated by time,
Their desire
to be together is a predestine fate.
Although separated
but still loving, still longing.
The heart is
always kept waiting,
The life they went through is their survival
kit,
So no matter
how tough it gets,
Love and longing
will always help them through.
But there is
another kind of love,
Always in front
of our eyes, Not wanting to let go,
A most
destined person we met coincidentally,
Someone whom
imprinted a strange feeling for the first time.
You see we don’t
always get to meet a person,
Whom in one
glace could sway and tumble our heart.
Stir up our
feelings so deep and bring out the best of ourselves.
Someone who
read you like a good book,
Understand you
even when you never say a word.
Shouldered
your pain like measurement scale,
Always there,
nearer to you every minute.
Love may
seem so great with my words,
But love
itself holds another untold tales,
Sometimes the
pain that comes with the package,
Can totally tear
the deepest part of our heart.
We could cry
and only cry to release whatever that stacked here[heart]
But no
matter how much we wanted to hate love.
Even with
every heartbeat we scream and run,
Love will
always find its way back to us,
Always wrapping
it with our hearts always yearning for it.
Its true
what Shakespeare once said about love,
That love
will eventually teach us how to live,
Even while being
blind, it’ll something worth taking the risk.