Looking outside
By myself... i realise
The world is different
For who wants committment

I'm surely not wise
Neither able to rise
Such deep feeling
Like perfect timing

Even tough you love
What is love?

I see the blue sky
The green fields
And may i say
Many beauty helds

Drawing with my crayon
What im looking at.
Other then that,
I cannot see emotion.

So i ask once again
I know i feel pain
And happiness sometime
That is all mine

But what is love?