How it feels,
How we felt.
The perfect moment of no hatred but,
Do you know love brings hate?
How I loved,
Much as we did.
I would look for sad moments but,
If it hurts… the pain remains.
How I speak,
The words as spoken.
Ask me none,
I will tell no lies but,
Sometimes so good to be true.
The moment of love,
Does courage, and patience bring something?
I wouldn’t look for the perfect ones but,
From a heart so true,
If the kind in mind is as good.
The expectation of love
Singing the sweet melody to my ears,
Straight to my heart.
Flowing in my kind heart,
My mind never follows,
Always stubborn as the man.
And this is
My expectation of love.