Isn’t it always like that? Love after all is susceptible to suffer

Love after all doesn’t always end forever.

Or could it be a random stranger,

that could actually break out the system,

that could actually bring out the love, a love that’s real,

unpredictable and unending.

It was that kind of love that I knew,

not perfect though, capable of perfection

But as to why had I made no such attempt,

was because I am blinded by doubt and pessimism. Damn.

We often than not stay for someone,

that we’ve shared child flirtations with,

a bond that has accordingly stand the test of time,

because we think it’s more easier, to be with someone we’ve known longer.

But could it be a random stranger,

that could actually break out the system,

that could actually bring out the love, a love that’s real,

unpredictable and unending.

I don’t wanna give up on anything,

and why would I give up on loving? I realized that love,

is the most wonderful thing set aside the horrible ingredients.

I wanna risk on a different experience,

in a new encounter where everyday gives new existence,

of one’s similarities and differences.

Slowly getting to know each other, without reserve,

its the called mystery of love.

It’s that kind of spontaneity everyone looks for,

at a random stranger we may find what we truly look for,

It’s a new system of love,

never tired, never getting used to it.

Because it could be a random stranger,

that could actually break out the system,

that could actually bring out the love, a love that’s real,

unpredictable and unending.