I believe it's not love if it's not infinite
It's true that love makes everything beautiful
Why do we then cage it?
I can write about love
where I feel
where I see.
Sometimes I sense the love
between a squirrel and a pigeon
in their fight for a little space.
I try to look for love in hatred sometimes
after suffocating myself in it's stench
when I search for the path to love.
I am in love with the darkness of night
same way I love the sunrays breaking the dawn
I feel thrilled by the colours of twilight
and its reflections on the muddy waters
imparting royalty to an ordinary moment.
I dig up love in innocent ramblings of a child
or in the curiosity of teenagers about life
I also feel love in jealousy.
But I can only be boundless in love with you
All thoughts lead me to your smile
Clichés in the love songs make sense to me now
I love that I see you when I close my eyes
I love discovering us by losing myself!
