Love.....ooooh Love

What is to love if not to be loved?
what is love if not laced by sacrifice?
what is love if not colored by grace?
what is love if there are no gaps to fill,
And misunderstandings to mend
what is love if there are no agonies to endure
And memories to remember,
For the sake of love.
What is love if its dull and dim,
If there are no bright sparkling moments,
And no staring at the moon,
And no watching the sun go down. 


They say its holding hands in the street,
And sipping coffee at the Hilton terrace,
Or even going on holiday to Mada,
Or seeing the Eifel tower.
So whats this love that cures and heals?
My hunch tells me tis' the simple moments
Of deep reflection.
Of seeing the twinkle little star in the eye of another,
That lights the fire of a lifetime,
And does away with finite time,
Into the abode of carefree abandon,
And into the safety of another for the other.

If seeing places,
And watching the california moonlight does it,
If it lights a selfless effort in the soul,
And gives another the freedom  to be themselves,
Then its love.
If the labours are for show and not meant,
The two then are chained.
Both then are like caged birds that sing,
Singing not songs of love but of bondage
Until they know what love means,
And they then sing for love
Because they know what it means to them.
And the colour of it only they can tell.