What do you want me to say, a sugar coated lie to please your heart; or a bitter truth to tear it away.
You keep asking me whether I love you or not, but I ask you whether you understand the meaning of it at all?
We are all born with wings, but only few can manage to fly;
At times there is fear of fall, and at times there is an intimidation from the vastness of the sky.
Love shouldn’t be insecure to cage itself in other person’s will;
It should not be obsessive that it lets its own happiness kill.
It should be more than the attraction of an eye,
It should be more than sensuousness of the touch, it should define its own meaning- and that meaning should be different from the meaning given by this world.
It shouldn’t enforce any change and accept you for who you are.
In the eyes of love you must blossom like a flower, in the presence of love you must able to sing like a free wind.
If there has to be any change, than that change has to come from inside.
It is the language which is conveyed through eyes to the core of the heart and connects the souls even when the bodies are miles a part.
You ask me whether I love you or not, you can see it for yourself that in your companionship how much in life I have grown,
Any change in me, either for good or for worse is a silent gesture of that love… But than that’s the whole irony of it, it is expressed only through silence but you believe only in words :(
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