Sometimes I ask myself,
What exactly is love?
Inside deeply in myself,
I wonder what is love?
Love is to be together,
In sadness and happiness.
Love is to be forever,
In beauty and flaws.
Love is to fight sometimes,
And the feeling when we patch up.
Love is to feel good inside,
No matter how sad you are.
When I look at you,
It seems you are love.
When you hold me tight,
All around I feel love.
One must have someone to love,
One must have someone to care.
One must have someone to live for,
One must have someone to die for.
©richugarg
R