To love is never enough.... for loved to be...

The sun is tickling my face
gently playing with the shadows
How innocent feeling....
smoothly filled with love....

Will I ruin the feeling
trying to describe it using words...
Will there be no feeling of love anymore...
Is that how love is gone...
faded away...
diminished by words...

To capture the feeling
we lose it....
Wrong words....
sometimes used on purpose...
sometimes used by chance...
but yes...
we play..and we trade with emotions...
we seduce...
we throw away...

Oh humans we cruel creatures...
say what you think
or don't think at all...
No, no...don't say a word...
Let me feel the shadows of your soul
playing with my senses...
thoughts will come all alone...
Even though I know I may be wrong...
your thoughts may be more innocent
than the words you use...

To love is never enough....
for loved to be....
love is a passive state of mind...
the wish...the desire...has the power...