What is the meaning of love,
is it something we want
is it something we need
will we ever find what it means
it's a mystery that we investigate
it's a trap that we fall into
but dont try to get out
everyone can relate
random times of hurt
that make you feel alive.
the kind of hurt that makes you cry
pain that feels like dying
happiness that glows over the rain
having no control over emotions
falling apart into tiny pieces
while that one puts you back together
different reasons for why it bumps into you
millions of molecules rushing through the body
why do we chase this feeling in life
spend all our days fighting for it
in the end we search and search
some may find it some may not
love is the most important thing to us
we chase it til death
dying for love is the best way to die
there is no meaning to love its just always 'why? '
zach russell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is love, there is no question tag in love, why, what, how, where etc etc have no meaning in love..