Love is like a fire;
Burning each other up
In a flash of passion.
May be that's just hormones.
Love is like a tree;
Giving cool shade to the other
In the unforgiving sun.
May be that's just pity.
Love is like a shadow;
Always there for the other
Regardless of the times.
May be that's just fixation.
Love is caring, being,
Fulfilling, freeing,
Calming, feeling ...
May be that's just what one should always be.
Oh you cold and cursed fool !
What then is love ?
The distance mountains, the glorious sky ...
Will you join me for tea ?