Love

Red is the color of this feeling
Running through ours veins
But we don’t see it
Running after the sweat
Without looking deeper within
Dishonest with ourselves
Yet don’t wanna give up
So easily
Suffer until we drop dead
That is the power we all
Possess
Right here in this heart
Pumping that red throughout
Us
Yet we don’t wanna share
Yet we don’t understand
But when we do
We are so easily overwhelmed
By this wind called
Love

We cherish every inch
And we waste in colossal waves
Yet trying to hog it all for
Ourselves
We feel the heat and the warmth
And yet thin fragile threads
Connecting through states are strong
We can’t bear to depart
And yet we bury the very thing we all wish for
Yet we don’t wanna share
Yet we don’t understand
But when we do
We are so easily overwhelmed
By this wind called
Love
Just one color
In so many amalgams
Hurting and Merry-making
All for that power
Mother to all those emotions
Yet we run away from the very essence
One hand holding on
Other hand loosing it all
Pain and Pleasure
Messed up by this impish
Child in all of us
That flickering light called
Love
Balancing through reality and illusion
A dignified simplicity
So hard to learn
We all yearn
Love.
