I have known love
in many colours and hue,
but I honestly don't know
how you tell if its true?
There's a small kid,
he has a little kitty;
he feeds it from his own plate
and the sight is very pretty.
It is probably the most innocent of all forms of love.
Can you decide if it is true?
I prefer to observe.
Its lunch-break at school,
a girl is sitting alone.
She doesn't have a snack-box,
there's nothing at home.
There comes another girl,
she sits besides her friend.
She opens her snack-box
and says 'There's enough for both of us'.
Call it friendship or love for a friend;
whether its true, you gladly be the judge.
Its a winter evening,
chilly and cold;
just the two of them are out,
oblivious to the world;
'I have to leave, there's nothing here for me',
he says all dejected.
She holds his hand and smiles at him,
passing her strength over to him;
but deep inside she is thinking 'Not even me?'
May be you'll say 'That's true love',
but if its love, how can it be otherwise?
He fell down and hurt himself,
she took him in her arms.
He painted all over her floors,
she smiled at her little artist.
He was mad at her, he wouldn't eat,
he shut himself in his room.
She was mad too, she didn't eat,
how could she when he hadn't?
He opened his eyes, he searched for her
but she was nowhere there,
'cause she was in another ICU,
she had just given him a new life.
Her love is like the sky,
it doesn't end, it doesn't fade,
it is there forever.
So, when you ask me
if my love for you is true?
Just know that what I feel for you,
it runs so deep, right into my very soul,
that it cannot be false.