That Kind of Love

That kind of love, With a single glance, declaration like dove, The love where no ego was above, And no feelings were shoved. Whereas this world is running on a treadmill, And laughing only after a pill. Where there was no situation-ship going around, No lives were attached on confused ground, Now the love is always on the section of lost and found, Where no one is visiting and reporting it aloud, Rather settling for another forgetting their own sound. That kind of love, It is nowhere to be found, Lying in the books safe and sound. That kind of love, Is what we'll never find, Unless we open our now found blinds, Or is it now redesigned?