When you are in love

Only idea that comes to mind

Is always be with the one you love the most

When you are in love

One night you hold his hands and ask him

“How much he loves you” – you ask.

“More than my life” – there comes the answer.

And while you want him the most and you are his life

He is nowhere to keep your alive, to make you happy, does love go missing,

Love never die or disappear, it loses the colour

Like a bleeding bit of garment loses its colour on each wash.