something called love

Something called love


When things go weird and vessels start rupture

Throat is choked and advises begin to pour

Then tiny fingers of my baby wipe droplets of tear

I believe something called love …makes pieces of me …gather



When absolute honesty slaps on my face

Pounds of makeup needed to hide original grace

Then two strong hands…surrounding me… starts a fence

I believe something called love…withstand by me …always in my defense



When clouds don’t rain, leaves are still

Heat is high though Sun is drowning, top of the hill

Then emotions begin their routine military drill

I believe something called love…pumping oxygen through my dry gill



When words pierce with deafening decibel

Dilute my consistency…decolorize my blood , makes vision feeble

Then your insinuation from thousands mile apart

Blow me with it’s ever effusing ripple…layer after layer

Something called love…engross my real core …makes me stronger…makes me louder…makes me level.





I could be nice …I could be ugly…anyways I have been human

Something called love … be with me like a mirror…it’s own reflection.