LOVE: As I understand it
I thought I knew what 'Love' looked like. At 16, Love for me had tiny eyes with long lashes, Love had a voice that had just reached its depth. Love was proud, and to get love, I had to drown. Maybe that wasn't 'Love', but somehow it felt like it was. Maybe I'll never know or maybe one day, I will know. At 20, someone knocked again, but it wasn't 'Love'. How could it be? for he who knocked was not who I thought ‘Love’ would be. He did not have tiny eyes but long lashes, He was not proud but a warm chord. He did not want me to drown, he was different, yet what I felt for him, I cannot argue if it is not love. Maybe it is, maybe it is not. So what is 'Love'? A type, a feeling or a person? Or 'Love' exists just in my mind? Or has it crept me but I just don't realise? Or will it find me when the time is right? What if 'Love' is not my type? These are the answers, I still have to find. ...