Remembering Love

I’m remembering the time when I first loved you

Wish I could

I’m remembering the time when I first being loved

Dear, I could only wish

Because loving is never a part of plan

You’ll only find it hard to decide when, whom, why, to love

Where and how

I t can only be answered by coincidence

Let me replace love by the word ‘care’

When was the first time I care about you or what you do

Yes, we can turn back pages and track times

The answers scattered everywhere

May I say that cuddling means loving?

Then I must’ve been loved for long time ago

Yes, we need to take real act to picture love

I suppose to thank God for it