Sometimes hidden, other times known.
Often true, perhaps not.
Sometimes feels like fire, other times not felt at all.
Can be cold as cyan sadness, or hot as crimson passion.
Perhaps today, possibly never.
Can be love at first sight, or built over time.
Can be revealed, or kept secret.
May be returned, or turned down.
Cannot be exclaimed by keeping to thyself,
Cannot be expressed by saying simple words of the mind,
The only way is by saying words from the heart.
Felt by the heart, not by the mind.
Cannot be explained or defined.
How can it be professed?
The answer lies in thy own heart.
The only way to find it
Is by looking for it thyself.
Source: Author: Ash Bradley