Love

It’s a relative word, like is a relative feeling.

You know when you love somebody, because you just know.

And you still believes in that love, even if the time and the fate changes everything.

Dreams trying say to you have some hope.

Miserable sunsets, they cannot be finite.

And you close your eyes, and you try understand,

…Love was not made to be understood

So you just cries and waits,

Because you know that name…

That name when some breeze touches your face,
That name when you heard that song in some street or radio,
That alone tear, the silence, or maybe a lost dream…

You know that name.