You never know when the end will come,
You never know when you’ll get to love,
It’s initial stage is hard to detect,
And love is hard to translate.
The word “love” may exist in the dictionary,
But my daily living is not according to it’s definition,
The sentiment of love according to the dictionary,
Is not what I see in my daily scenery.
To be in love, is to be lost forever,
Lost in that person completely.
Love is a kiss you feel in the midst of tears,
A kiss you’ve been yearning for all these years.
Love, is to see her but one day,
But to remember her all your life,
Love is to promise-for better or worse,
When you’re making her your wife.
Love, is the evening ocean breeze,
The breeze that reminds you of her kiss,
Spending a weekend or a day,
Makes you remember her when she’s away.
Love is to console her when she cries,
And give her the happiness she desires,
Love is to be every moment by her side,
and in the warmth of her body-there abide.