Love

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.