Pure Love
Sometimes in my heart a feeling of storm emerge
As I flip through the pages of fiction novel
Love takes couples to a higher planes
Reach the crescendo of lust.
A simple handshake, soft brushes of touch, deep penetrative eyes describe endless love..
Does that love really exist?
Sometimes in my heart a feeling of storm emerge
When my eyes rest upon a movie scene where couple strive hard to make their marriage work
There is always a villain who is the cause of their rift
Couple influenced, selfish, lacks pure trust
Does that love really exist.
I look around me, try to figure out what turns them on.
Everybody is looking for something
there is always expectation, disappointment, stress.
Love changes it's meaning with the change of clock
Young seek lust, adult satisfied sex, for senior it's just attitude, care, concern
In sickness and in health.
Sometimes in my heart a feeling of storm emerge
If you live in your own island, away from external world, there exist only one love..
love for self.