Once I asked myself, what is love…

Once a old man with white hair asked me, “What is love?”. I don’t know the answer to. I wondered. I squeezed my head. I didn’t find out. I hadn’t lived. I didn’t know how it was…
A song and the course of life, made me to give you answers. To me. The old man had left for the big trip…
When you hug,
brave and timid
the most deep feelings.
I want one to hide,
the other to open up,
as your own steps.
I lose, then win me back.
I’m falling, hold me!
Ask me, what love!..
Love listening f your name,
talking like you’re talking to me.
Love wearing perfume,
kiss you like you kiss me.
Love listening f your name,
and in your body dwells,
looking at me with those eyes of yours,
my love is you… is you.
You are the light of the morning,
the blue of the sky,
half of me, and I am joining.
And, as I’m afraid, you see,
you don’t be afraid,
the fake ones stay.