Love

Love is to share and ask nothing to return
Even I want her mine
But she leave me away
Love is happy to see your beloved happy
When she laugh and smile
And someone hold her hand tight
Love is to protect and ask nothing in return
When you hold her arms
To cross the way
To go home save
And love is trust
Believing someday
She’ll come to me . . . all the way to see me
When she had all the way . . . happy in the end

By Steven Chandra