What it is that you say to me

that my anger brings out a smile

What is it that you do to me 

that my rigidness wants to hide in the sack

what it is that your smile does to my heart

that i only want to see you when i feel low

life gives a lot of days in a year to live

but what is it about you that my days

don't get tired running past life

and living the years off...

what is it love that you are made of

that even in my anger , and stupidity

you never let me realise where i lack

magic, mantras or super cool tantras

you surpass ocean when it goes high touching the sky 

higher than the will of the heart 

deeper than the gods could place our heart 

and lighter than the air that my joys float away in my heart

I love you too mate

and i hear it too

still why is it that you making me shout to my heart aloud

that i love you and you and you and...

--

Akanksha