It's not just about blushing
when you see red roses,
It's not just about reading
romantic poetry and proses.
romantic poetry and proses.
It's not just about stretching
your arms wide open, in the rain.
It's not at all about faking
smiles when you are in pain.
Because it's all the same to me.
Whether the time is dawn or dusk,
Whether my eyes are open or shut,
It's all the same to me.
Love is the touch of warm hands
on my cheeks, wiping away my
tears.
Love is a bunch of faithful words
driving away my fears.
Love is the light in which I see
the blooming of flowers.
Love is the sky,
for my rainbow colours.
Love is a power that makes me
see,
It makes me more than what I can
be.
Love doesn't have a different
name,
For me, love and light are both
the same.
I have just tried to see love through the eyes of someone whose vision is always black!
ReplyDeleteHere, a blind girl says what love means, to her.
Read up and do comment.
Regards.
nice :)
ReplyDeleteKoushik Kuppanna
Thank you! :)
ReplyDeleteLove is the touch of warm hands
ReplyDeleteon my cheeks, wiping away my tears.
Love is a bunch of faithful words
driving away my fears.
These lines are very touchy.. Very Good one Puttakka!
Beautifully written :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Madhuri :)
ReplyDeletebeautiful :)no flashy love !i too vouch for simple anyday:)
ReplyDeleteThanx Sush! :) My vote too! :)
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