Love is not the fire you feel inside.
Love is not the passion coming out.
Love is not a feeling of wanting another one.

You may be playing with your hands,
Some words getting out of your mouth,
Heart beating faster each time,
Believing there’s where love hides.

You’re swimming in an error,
Diving far from love,
Thinking all you need is pleasure,
Drowning in the sea of lust.

At the end, none of this stands,
You find yourself in solitude,
Trying to forget the past,
Trying not to see the hole in your heart.

Love is giving all your time.
Love is dying for the ones around.
Love is to put your life in the hands of the loved one.