The Feeling Of Love... Poem by Amne ElAbdallah

Love, can it ever be defined?
It fills us with happiness and warmth,
Yet jealousy and anxiety.
Why is he late? What is she up to?
But love means trust- it keeps us going.

Short distance, Long distance,
If it was meant to be then it should work out.
Love keeps it going- I mean you love him don't you?

Well that's what I believed when I met you,
You were so far yet so near and I always thought of you.
Wherever I was or wherever you were, you carried my heart in your hands.
I loved you like you loved me- at least that's what I believed.

You were a liar and a player,
You asked for a chance and I gave you it,
But it was you who made a mistake again and so this time round there is no second chance.
No, I am going to move on because I deserve better.

You see what the problem is...?
I thought I was in love but I wasn't.
But I was but not that deeply.
That's why we can not define love because we will never know what the feeling of love is until we find 'Mr Right'.

But at this certain age and this certain time,
We should live it like young people do,
Have Fun and Lust and when we're older fall in love for real.

I've learnt to move on,
I have learnt a lesson from you.
I am going to live everyday in it's own way and never think way ahead to the future or way behind to the past.