Knocks on the door Of my heart All I hear Are cracks And more Throw darts And spears And give backs And they Are fake And they Will break My heart On And on But the start Of love Will be withdrawn Jealousy will be A part Of this Long road And treasure Will be A kind Of pleasure But we Wont find Any kind Of measure Since we Have looked And searched And swam We haven’t sat On clouds And haven’t tasted the sky Where can We find The love? If the love Keeps on hiding Why only talk of above? When we Have no intention Of riding The universe Will not turn For us only And we Will burn And we will envy From those who taste The thing called love And still waste This thing called love We open every drawer We scan every face We continue to explore And we continue to chase Where is love? Love? Are you there? This glove I do not wish to wear That covers my hand And restricts me to discover I can’t understand Why I can’t be a lover But we have to know There will be a day We can’t just throw And we can’t just say Time is wrong How can we do that? Not be strong? How can we think that? How can you blame time? And how can you blame fate? You can’t pretend to rhyme You will have to wait You’ll fall in love soon On a calm afternoon When you’re lying on you’re back Love you will track With no thoughts in your mind Love you will find When you’re calm and quiet Love will make a riot And you will know Then you will know Why it took so long And why it seemed so wrong While it was sadness you were trying to shove You saw anything but love! And now while leaving it be Love is all you can see! You have halted On agitating Life And you have salted On not creating Strife And now if you complain.. Then you are insane! All Rights Reserved.