Because it is sincere , it wont become regret
Because it is innocent , it cant be classified
Because it is timid , you cant sneer it off
Because it is shy , you cant dismiss
Because it is persistent it can’t be
treated as a disease
Because it hurts all the time
It can’t be ignored like a shoe bite
Because it does not yield
It can’t be stretched beyond this
Because there is one more door
there is no guarantee I will open it.
Because it refuses to die
It cant be called life
Because I am so tired
Should I stop calling it love ?