For years I’ve been existing
Yet the question remains hanging
On what is the real meaning
Of love that keeps the world swaying

Is it a rush of a feeling
A sentiment, an understanding?
Is it something promising
Full of uncertainties yet worth vowing?

Has it always been merrymaking
Pleasing anyhow a sense of gratifying?
Or Is it something understanding
Compromising and worthy of sacrificing?

Is love shown through concrete actions or undertakings
Passionate kissing
Presents bestowing
Or Words that remain affirming?

I believe it can be painful
quite agonizing
Still, why do we keep on loving?
Is it still worth reminiscing
though the scars it brought persists lingering?

These questions that keep wandering
Won’t give me ease unless
I find the essence of this thing called love that’s worth pursuing