Love-that four letter word

Its so hard to be in love, when you know what it brings
You will always know how it feels, but never know why
Is it all about the sensuous times or more when one’s alone
Why does one think so much, when all it needs is to be

I dreamt a life of togetherness, and I still do dream on her
Does one select his partner, or is it all ordained?
Are rules of the world in action, or is it the magic of the heart?
If its all about the infinite, why do we measure the path

Something dies when someone lives, that’s how its always been
Love does not pretend to be the God it is not, so never blame the game
But is it an end or is it the beginning of one, do we ever need to know?
It never makes mortal sense, but tell me another bliss

Is physical attraction a blemish on true love?
Or could even that be from the soul, it can, it is
Her life is cocooned by her stirrup of circumstances
Can’t one just express oneself, and hold that hand forever

Its sad to be happy when this bubble seems to cry
But somewhere deep inside, the referee blows his whistle
It could be a foul or maybe we have scored ,the Omni audience knows
The way to play this game, is to keep running ,running, just forget the goal