What is love?

Where is, what is time?
I can't see numbers in your eyes.
Only color, light, joy-
or sorrow with a spark?
but I will find myself pretending
with hands meeting hands
or lips meeting lips?
that maybe love is what I live for.

try to break the silence.
or is it broken? your lips are moving.
my clouded mind ignored my ears
so I could only watch you form
the words that echoed in my head
like the dream I had so many nights
come true in a so-called silent moment.

are written words more real?
I gave you the truth. only paranoia
denies that you did the same.
can you write "love" on paper
so many times it loses meaning?
I hope you disagree
because the word still leaves me breathless.

can you believe a moment?
a moment of silence, or two hearts beating.
where are all my thoughts?
all the world away seems to be melting.
is ignorance perfection?
for all that's left to see or feel is perfect.
have I lived before today?
I'm lost without you.
Lips meet lips.