Reflections Of Love - Poem by nijhako dibo
Love- a four letter word I can't seem to understand
the only thing in me that I cannot command
it's living in me, this love that seems so grand
it's still in my heart, though I wanted it to be banned.
Love is like an iris that blooms late in june
You will find it, just wait, cause it will bloom soon
at the darkest moments there it will be just like the moon
You'll see it during the night but never at noon.
Love is complicated, it is a little twisted
Give too much, the balance will be busted
Give less, it will not be appreciated
It is not forced nor kept, it should be emancipated.
It leaves others with an unimaginable pain
If love's not there, surely there's nothing to remain
To some, it is worth waiting even in vain
For me, it has already been written so I can't complain.
Love, I really can't seem to make it real
If I try harder, it will only make me ill
It's the only thing that makes us happy, without the bill
It's also the reason why we have our own free will.
Love is a four letter word that I will never understand.
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