Between

OH, WHY

An old soul,
A hopeless romantic heart.
A romantic heart is touched by the soul.
The depths of the soul speak the language of love.

Some people are allergic to vulnerability.

In another life,
Thinking love cannot hold the possession of the mind—
Oh, the attachment to the form.
Does love need something to hold on to?

Expressing what you wanted to say—
You talk all the time, and some get bored of it.
Is the life I’m living one of love?
You don’t understand what love can say
When your ears are full of thinking,
Ruining the flow.
That won’t take me anywhere.

Loving is choosing in form,
But who are you choosing?
If the game of life means you can only choose one,
Are we not all one?
To love?

When the other leaves, the soul is crushed in despair—
Longing for love,
Crying for love,
In the depths of loneliness.
Rainbows, butterflies, seasons, elements, feelings.

Is it hard to love in a world of man?
Struggling with what to say—
Composed, wearing masks, pretentious,
Scared to be vulnerable,
And caught up in the idea that vulnerability is a sign of weakness.
Is love really a weakness?
But love lifts you up in times of darkness,
Shines on your roads and paths,
Gives you motivation,
Awakens your senses.

What is really the interpretation of this kind of feeling?
Feeling blue,
Feeling lost,
Feeling confused—
Just a feeling.
It doesn't even stay long.
Everything passes by.

And melancholic calls
Make me love you,
Not in contentment,
But what speaks from the heart is love.
What is this trying to say to me?
This feeling?

If emotions have a branch of words to comprehend the vastness of language and communication,
Does love communicate?
And why, through the centuries, have people not understood the message of the soul—love?

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You can throw me thorns and flowers,
It’s a matter of life and death,
Living this life—
Love and fear.
People are always waiting,
Until they lose the chance, fading away,
Unnoticed, to recognition of what love feels like.
The adoration, appreciation, the ecstasy of chemicals in the body,
Seen through a wide lens of the eyes and senses.

Eventually, all things work,
And there is nothing left but to love and be loving.
We both live for it and die for it.

Rage, anger, despair, and fear are just experiences,
But the true nature of being human is to love.
That is life.
You look up and see the skies, the moon, the stars, the sun,
The wind blows, you breathe, and you breathe love.

In bitterness, you are only experiencing because of demands and conditions,
But in love, you want nothing but to give and give love,
Because it never asks for a return.
We only give love,
In a physical form or a spiritual form.

The question is, are you willing to give in? To dive deep into love?

To love is to do nothing and want nothing—
Simple as it sounds, but the ego always questions and asks for a return. :)

Now, love or die in misery, but still love.

The answers are always within, to look upon introspectively.