Love, is it’s name Love ?

 

LOVE, IS ITS NAME LOVE?

 

Like leaves of trees in autumn,

They fall without asking the branches,

The branches do not tell them to leave,

Or maybe they do.

 

The earth does not say come,

Or maybe it does.

Even loves today do not know,

When they begin or when they go.

 

Even love itself

Does not know if its name is love!