Why can I imagine Love?

I've never been in any relationships,

But my words can describe all the kinships.

I've never felt love.

For me, it is just a lunatic thought all above.

But I can imagine it—

On a lover's thigh when I sit,

Drinking a glass of wine, sip to sip,

And getting over him, over him, I slip.

I'm not wrong,

But I can write any love song.

Why can I imagine love?

My eyes are closed; I find myself embarrassed in love.

I can visualize that feel,

Even without any love experience, my lover heals.

I can make a romantic, mystic land

At his feet, when barefoot I stand.

When my lips feel rough

And I see him cough,

I could kiss him to get adjust.

Why is my imagination never just?

Why does everyone around me

Think I'm sweet and lovely?

In my heart, I feel no love,

But when I feel my imagination filled with love,

I can see the night fade—

The romantic life in different color shades.

A humorous but frightening day and night,

The imagined love that holds me damn tight.

Once he grabs my waist,

We flow with damn haste.

He loves that taste,

But all imaginations are a piece of waste.

Why? Just tell me why. Why can I imagine love?

Sinking, but feeling safe in imagined love.

Oh, why is love in reality not the same?

Where could I find a true one in a world of just fame?

When I knew all reality shows end as a game,

Where could I find reality and imagination both the same?

Why can I imagine love?

Writer: Eiman Asif