Love …
Someone says it's promises
What's promises?
Do they fade as if your hair color fades?
Plain white as it is
Pure red when it bleeds
What's love?
Love...
Someone says it's actions
What's actions?
Do they climb with colors as if high flyers?
Plain doing as it is
Pure black as if the contrast of white
No grey color when one truly acts
What's love?
Love...
Someone says it grows even if it doesn't show
Who grows?
Does it get stronger as time goes by?
Plain effort of the two actors along the play
What's love?
Love…
Someone says it's passion
Whose passion?
Does it flip higher than the Everest?
Plain endurance upon turmoil as if numerous
Pure fire as if those of the innocence
What's love?
What's love?
Promises? Actions? Growth? Passion?
Who can ever tell …
Time … perhaps …
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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