What Is Love? Poem by tara mahdavi

give your hand, help me to stand up
although my back is bent
yes it is me crawling on the ground
i'm no longer the brave fighter
i'm just a hopeless watcher
i don't believe in love anymore
the love people made for themselves
the murmurs coming out of their needs
it cant shake me inside
making me the one i searched to be.
learn me to talk, breake my silent
i wont say nonsence any more.
learn me the alphabet of love
i write it on my soul,
where is completly vacant,
where i hope once to see the blooming
tell me the secret of my being
the miracle which brings sense to me
then i die easily