Dear love,

You teach us to be perfectly unselfish,
And also selfishly possessive;

You make us float on cloud-nine,
And crush us under heavy hearts;

You boon us unforgettable memories,
You burn us with nostalgic thoughts;

You fill our eyes with colors,
And make our choices blind.

O' love - you can be everything,
And yet, you can be nothing.

Oh love, what are you after all?

- from the chambers of my heart