Crave

What is the color of love?
Is it clear as glass?
Is it as gray as the sky before a storm?
Why isn't it clear cut ?
Why is it when I say I love you,
everything becomes so complicated?
Why doesn't it become more
clearer? What happened to the
passion, attraction and desire?
Why is the enthusiasm lost?
Why isn't love as easy as say, a few lines of a poem?

Crave
I crave for you
I wanna bath with you
Make love in waves with you
I walk around in a daze without you
The battle between my mind,

body and soul
raged for days without you
Baby i'd go to my grave for you
Spend time in an Iraqi cave for you
Baby do you hear me

I've turned
another page for you
I'm at a different stage with you
I wanna grow old and spent the rest of my days with you