Of love, I try to write

Of love, I try to write, but words I cannot find

Beware, the heart has to chime in and not the mind

Of love, I try to write, is it the fragrance of the red roses or the warmth of the romantic nights?

The butterflies that you feel in your stomach at your beloved’s sight?

Of love, I try to write, is it the smile that comes on your face when you see your child?

Even though their mischiefs and pranks makes you go wild

Of love, I try to write, is it the relief you feel drenched in the first rains?

The beauty of the sunrise, the marvel of the sunset

Or the murmur of the streams flowing down the silent lanes

Of love, I try to write, is it the pain that you feel when a loved one you lose?

The memories that tend to fade and wish if you could snooze

Of love, I try to write, is it something that can be described?

Or you just go with the flow, as the heart will not follow the rules prescribed

Of love, I try to write