People often in order to be cached
Become to others so strangely attached.
They don’t understand the deep meaning
Of the – love is freedom to someone’s leaning.
Love is not a question of what or who
But a way, a manner, a how to get someone out of blue.
Love is an act, a doing, not the here, but the now
Many times absence, sometimes presence, but always the – how.
Love in its essence is nothing but to give
Even to some not able to receive.
Love is friendship full of understanding
It can be killed by little dose of pretending.
In the end of the day love is only quiet
By leaning, we calm the dust of the daily riot.
She needs understanding, she needs no control
She needs no attachments, she just wants to feel whole.
She lives not in the surrounding, she is somewhere inside
Although often hiding behind the eyes of the pride.
The real she can’t take us off the road of survival
The real she loves even her very rival.
And in the she is not hiding any friend of foe
Only speechless nothing, only giving though.