Reflections of Love

Love- a four letter word I can’t seem to understand the only thing in me that I cannot command it’s living in me, this love that seems so grand it’s still in my heart, though I wanted it to be banned. Love is like an iris that blooms late in june You will find it, just wait, cause it will bloom soon at the darkest moments there it will be just like the moon You’ll see it during the night but never at noon. Love is complicated, it is a little twisted Give too much, the balance will be busted Give less, it will not be appreciated It is not forced nor kept, it should be emancipated. It leaves others with an unimaginable pain If love’s not there, surely there’s nothing to remain To some, it is worth waiting even in vain For me, it has already been written so I can’t complain. Love, I really can’t seem to make it real If I try harder, it will only make me ill It’s the only thing that makes us happy, without the bill It’s also the reason why we have our own free will. Love is a four letter word that I will never understand. Reflections of Love