breakthrough

Je voudrais savoir ce qu'est l'amour.

It wouldn't have been love if it were certain,

and it wouldn't have been love if it were vague.

What has been love then?

Love is when your mind wonders off at the cross path of him,

and when your heart asks for him no matter how annoying he be.

Love is the emptiness of losing her shoulder to cry on,

but the blessing of finding a fluffy pillow to fall back on.

Love is when you sang to him and question why you did it,

and when he misses you though you're always around each other.

Love is having the sweetest thing to say,
but you end up bickering about the silliest thing,

and when you least expect it there's an infinite number of 'w' in your aww.

Love is when his patience surpasses your horrible mood swings,

and when he already foresees your crap but still put up with it.

Love is having your own way of loving, and they need not know.

So what is love?