My heart yearns for a place
I am not sure if it exists,
I’m sure though I shall call it my home.
Every morning I shall pick some flowers
Can we truly understand why love persists? Is it truly as strong as it is portrayed? Is a mere emotion able to wage wars, burn and raise civilisations?Most of us choose not to believe in it for most of us have never experienced love and never will.
Pieces of my heart glued together
and a layer of china to fine it