Could you tell me what is love?
The love of a real life
It is name, status, income and vanity.
Or it is just a cheating game.
Could you tell me what is love?
The love of a natural world
It is hormone, chromosome, strength and genaration.
Or it is just a violent competition.
Could you tell me what is love?
The love of men
It is flower, care, twittering and victor.
Or it is just a vast devouring flame,
which comsumed its own energy resistlessly.
Could you tell me what is love?
The love of women
It is concealed, disowned and step by step,
Which watches the nest of her affection.
Till shed upon the tomb of her love,
In noiseless constancy.
PS: I don’t know why I wrote these stupid words.
May be I never, in a corner of my heart, give up my belief.
