In search of true love

In search of true love,

I turned myself,

Into a rose,

With a hope of someone,

Will gift my fragrance,

As a token of love.

In search of true love,

I turned myself,

Into a drop of tear,

With a hope of someone,

Will wipe me off,

To console the inside.

In search of true love,

I turned myself,

Into the moonlight,

With a hope of someone,

Will take a walk,

While holding hands.

In search of true love,

I turned myself,

Into a candle,

With a hope of someone,

Will lit me up,

To illuminate desires.

In search of true love,

I turned myself,

Into a shoulder,

With a hope of someone,

Will rest on me,

And promise the future.

In search of true love,

I turned myself,

Into money,

With a hope of someone,

Will show me off,

To buy the comforts.

Gradually and gradually,

Nothing left in this world,

That I didn't,

Turn myself into,

In search of true love,

Just! in search of true love.

Leaving a conclusion,

For me I know,

Nothing like "true love,"

Exists in this world,

But exists only,

Two little things-

Either you love,

Or you don't!

If love is there,

The feeling is true always,

Then why we add,

The word 'true,'

Just before,

The word 'love?'

Poor word 'love,'

Can only contemplate,

On the alteration,

On the insecurity,

This I come to know,

When I turned myself,

Into the feeling of 'love.'

Now I can say,

Happily and proudly,

The title of this verse,

Should be,

'In search of love,'

Instead of,

'In search of true love.'

- With love Monu Awalla