In this crazy world we live will love live or die?
Will it become extinct like every other beautiful thing that once flourished?
Shall I call it history and say like chivalry, love is dead?
Will I no longer see the tender embrace of lovers in a park?
Should I never think that someday I should find a soul mate?
Will all things that are warm and kind be shunned?
Should I prepare for the cold and the wind of days without love?
Where will the happiness live in a world without love?
Can all those who have lost it find the road home?
Will we wander in darkness without its feeling in our hearts?
Should we expect the hollowness inside to be a regular feeling?
How many questions should I ask myself in these days?
And….
Can love find a way?