Poets, Films, Photos, Belongings and Fragrances

What colors, what emotions, what achievements? The trees wishing the flowers bloomed better The flowers clueless about what trees speak of The flowers face the sky and only one question to ask What is love? If I wish for it and open my arms wide enough for it to fit, Will you shower them at me and maybe then I shall learn to feel Is it like the happiness when you walk through the fields of tulips? Or is it like a cold droplet of rain on a sunny day Is it in the cries of the night or in the warm whispers of the pillows that narrate your dreams If yes then I shall force myself to sleep, hear the cries, wait for the rain to arrive and drown in the touch of tulips Just a hint at what it is and I shall tear the realms of all worlds to be chasing that feeling When the flowers never knew they could bloom of love, how can the trees throw their mere worthless words and sound petty What right do trees have if they walked away when the flowers needed shade from the scorching sun What is love? If it is love only because the flower is tied to the tree then love is just an emotion sent from hell Poets, Films, Photos, Belongings and Fragrances– they're all liars to me and I stand alone in a war against them. If there is a debt to owe you, I don't want your love. Until I find a fair love, I shall wait for it Now for the trees, the flower shall hate it