What is love? They say

What is love? if I would ask him;

to describe- in one word-

would he be that profound

to just take my name,

what is love? if I interrogate

myself;

am I that diligent?

to just say a name,

which is yours and not mine,

I might be the greedy one;

but not am I?

when it comes to loving you

I would put a heart and soul-

to give you the word with

all the lights

my mind do lather, when

thrown apart from you

I do need rest-

precisely to be on my knees

to feel you-

what is love? I ask asked her

she said 'vile and gratifying'

and I exactly knew-

What she meant

Unpleasant like the words

So bitter;

Unwavering those untangible

act of unkindness.

Delighting, I would also-

say,

It's pleasing as his eyes

Blushing gaze;

And an alluring smile.

What is love? You say!

I would, (indisputably)

declare his name.