Speak not of love
Speak not of love
When the sparks fizzle out
yet the cold invokes
Such searing frostbites
Speak not of love
When the butterflies
Regress into maggots
And plum petals turn into compost
Speak not of love
When bliss once so palpable
Turns into despair too tangible
and lithe figures turn into stiff frames
Speak not of love
When fruit so honeyed
heralds such nauseous feelings
and leaves a man incapacitated
Speak not of love
When two become half
The pain of division
Cryptic yet so crystalline clear
Speak not of love
When dreams that once
Eluded the angels
Are turned into mulch
Trodden upon by any passersby
Speak not of love
When plans that
once stirred the heavens
Bring a fog of confusion
Upon intelligent minds
Speak not of love
Sung by pop stars
Scripted on colour TV
weaved in mills and boons
Romanticized to sell lust
Speak not of love
When selfishness replaces sacrifice
When tangibility replaces Faith
When tall tales replaces prayer
When blood ties replaces friendship
When judgment replaces mercy
When misunderstanding replaces curiosity
Speak not of love when thou hast given up
Love is not a bus ride
Love is the journey itself
Love is not a streak of light
Love is the rainbow, ever steady
Love is not the glacé cherry
Love is the melange of all tastes
Love is not singular
Love is all encompassing
To make you whole
To make her whole
To make him whole
