Roses are red
And love is a disease
Violets are blue
And the ocean bliss is a lie
Do I believe in love?
It’s one thing to love
It’s another to be loved
It’s yet another to be lost
Lost in the frenzies
The frenzies of an inexplicable feeling,
To be in the centre
Of a magnitudous tornado
You get me, don’t you?
Strong, it can be.
I know Juliet deserved a longer life
I bet Romeo needed his breath a while longer
But what did love have to offer
A fatal concoction?
Folk, do you believe in love?
I ain’t sure personally, but
Come to think this way.
I know love is a beautiful chaos
It’s having a fight and ending it with a bewitching kiss
It’s caring less and minding not opinion
Love exists in that soul-wrenching sacrifice
That you know will put a smile right where you want it
It’s that melt that the smile plasters on your heart
It’s this fire beneath their eyes
That serves you an escape-proof trap.
It’s this confusion
With which the ‘red words’ plunder your sobriety.
Hmm, wait a minute.
Am I falling for this sweet talk?
Ain’t love this scintillating suicide recipe?
It’s a couple thousand times,love’s come before slashed wrists
Before self-inflicted gallows
Tell me you’ve not seen a battered spouse
And I’ll sign your blindness confirmation
Let’s step closer
I don’t know you, but I know
I know of the scar that itches somewhere on your heart
Everytime your eyes close and your thoughts drift
To you know what.
It’s because of love that heartbreak exists
You don’t disagree, do you?
C’mon c’mon c’mon
Get back to the basics
Understand your origin
Understand that your cradle ain’t your Homeland
And it ain’t your mother’s womb.
You wouldn’t be, if not for the love
The love that brought them together.
Delve deeper and understand
That it’s the sweets that this love offered
That conceptualised, bore and built your existence
See for yourself
That you’re the product of a ‘mere’ four-letter word
You might as well want to reconsider the ‘mere’ part of it.
Folk, I don’t know how good love can be
What the depths of this feeling can offer
You sure wouldn’t have all of it
But a taste, just a taste of it
Sure would teach
You know what experience is best at.
Do I believe in love?
I don’t know….
Plato knew better than to not acknowledge
That love; is a mental disease
I know better than to not acknowledge
That the ocean bliss is a lie
The irrational me knows better than to not acknowledge
That I sure believe in love
No matter what.