I wonder…

I wonder…

does love pick you

or

do you pick love?

do you choose who to admire

or

is it a feeling you have nothing to say about?

if love is not all there is,

…what is?

comes that warm feeling from inside of us

or from somewhere above?

stays it with us for ever

or

is it gone after a while?

comes it back when you need it?

I wonder… does love loves you back?