
Love letters, once new and light,
Under my pillow helped me sleep through the night.
The same paper pieces now haunt my dreams,
The cause of my nightmares and silent screams.
What do you mean when you say, “I love you”?
If it were true, why does being with you make me feel blue?
What is love?
Wasn’t it once a mystic vision, my dreamt-of cove?
What are these four letters?
Their weight drags me down makes me feel heartless!
No, I don’t need your money,
No, not even your body, my honey.
No! Nor do I want a date on a weather damn sunny.
No! Neither a joke that is maybe funny.
All I want is your heart—
Give me that, and I’ll have everything I claimed I didn’t need from the start.
what is love?
how do I know? Every boy I meet says, I love you.
but tell me what do you love?
what is this love?
when I got many options.
without even knowing the meaning of this love potion.
Then tell me, what do you mean by “I love you”?
Whom should I choose—him, them, or you?
For love, I beg, what does it mean? Give me a clue.
NO! Don't ask me, I feel the same feeling for all and the next-in-line boy.
NO! I am not a player, nor do I treat them as a toy.
It’s just that maybe I lack the recognition of love,
Maybe that’s why I still have no answer to “What is love?”
Oh, let me know—what do you call love?
Tell me, what is this feeling?
Let me understand what you mean when you say, “I love you.”
“I love you?”
Written by: Eiman Asif



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