The Love Undefined
has become a history and remained a fact.
Love they say is blind
Is ironically a major part of my life.
I felt it the whole time
It gripped my conscience with just a little time.
My heart skipping every single beat
Each time I see him and we greet.
Was it just me sacred?
Or the oceans driving its wave upon my shade?
How could a person love and not be loved?
Could love fade without a heart break?
That feeling I tell you
it's uncontrollable like a tornado.
You can only feel what's coming
At that moment your pride keeps fading
Because you've realized how much he's worth more than your savings.
Love as beautiful as a rose
remains as bristle as its thorns.
A reason for the word Bride
Becomes a gift to anyone who inherits such prize
Do I want to be loved?
That's a question as rhetoric as love