Just I was thinking about love br What it does how it comes br May I could give a description of love br Though I know its hard to be described br br Yet no one has the choice to decide to fall in love or not br Lonely hearts stay alone br Strangers they are in this world br At the stations of the life there they wait for the train of love br For the unknown br br Yet no one has the opportunity to chose who to love br Always we fall in love with someone so far of our imaginations br Not the one who we were figured out there somewhere in our imaginations and desires br br Yet all the lifetime we wait for the perfect one to come out br But never ever the perfection and the love have been met yet br Those both are two strangers br They're too unlike to be met br br Yet it comes unexpectly, has no timing comes at one without any warning br Love comes like a storm to our lives br It never puts differences between the old or the young br Oh love how can you be described br br Yet how hard its to find the real love br Maybe that's why once it comes br Occupies our souls there's nowhere to run to escape of love br It captivates us and we become the honest solders of the love br br Yet when we fall crazy in love br How hard is the lose of real love br Our hearts years there cry br How hard its the lose of real ove br br Yet the love is like a war br Sometimes we win br Sometimes, somehow unfortunately we lose the love war br Sometimes we become the poor slaves of the love war br br Oh love you are so hard to be found br Oh love you are so hard to be described br You're Inscrutable... br Unreachable... br Unforgettable.....