A word everyone uses, but no one understands what it truly means.
Either it brings tears of joy, or leaves you in a hopeless fantasy.
I have wondered and wondered what being in love may feel like.
Is it like a breeze in the wind, or is it more like darkness harbouring a bright light?
Is it as soft as and beautiful as a rose, or is it like a cactus; spiney and bold?
Is it as soft and light as a feather, or is it like a rock; solid and hard as ever.
What is Love? I Wonder now, I want to discover it but the question is how?
I may be young but I want to know, If love exists when will it show?
It may be years, months, or even days, but one day my lonliness will feel like a haze.
Love will show itself to me one day when the time is right and the hate of the world has gone away.