Hearing and saying
that word named 'love'
its meaning escapes me
evenso
the warmth of it blossoms in my heart.
Chasing after the many stars
unreachable as they may be
I kept on hoping
kept running--spreading out my arms
knowing that someday
I'll be able to reach it.
Can you hear me calling out?
the sound of it reverberates
I'll keep on shouting
even till this voice becomes hoarse
hoping that you'll hear me.
I wonder if you understand
this longing of mine
is it weird to wish
for something I don't know?
Say it again
that word named 'love'
eventhough it is a puzzle
it gives me strength
and I'll keep on believing
and I'll keep on moving
towards that tomorrow
where I know you'll be waiting.