Marjan Farsad

Love is not like what they say in love stories

It’s to even like old legends and myths

We were fooled for a lifetime, by stories of love

We died for those who didn’t care at all

 

Love is the same tired eyes

It’s the same old overworked, calloused hands

Love was the same Motherly Love

In the minute flavors of a hurried lunch

 

Love is the heart that is worried for you a lot

It’s the looks that you might not even remember

Love is a good friend’s smile

Love is reading a good book as the sun is setting in the horizon

 

Love is the heart that is worried for you a lot

It’s the looks that you might not even remember

 

Love is that gift that I never liked

Love is the one that I never had the time for

 

Love is not like what they say in love stories

It’s to even like old legends and myths

We were fooled for a lifetime, by stories of love

We died for those who didn’t care at all

 

Love is the same tired eyes

It’s the same old overworked, calloused hands

Love was the same Motherly Love

In the minute flavors of a hurried lunch

 

Love is the heart that is worried for you a lot

It’s the looks that you might not even remember

Love is that gift that I never liked

Love is the one that I never had the time for