YOU HAVE BEEN LOVED
You have been loved by once;
the passion still tastes very insipid.
It is becoming your daily need,
and your losing its true meaning.
You aren’t happy, you are sad;
you aren’t contented, you are wanting.
You aren’t smiling because of bliss,
you are doing it because of pain.
When are you going to wake up,
and remove all your sins from your skin?
When are you going to sleep,
with the real piece of love?
You are an art, and not a painting;
you are meant to be treasured,
and not bought.