Iza Ogledala od Snova

LoveLove is getting. Love is giving.
Love is a scream at night,
And that echo wich you're waiting
To be hit with.
 
Love is gold, and diamond too.
Love is a sunny day, but a rainy too.
Love is a land without borders;
Endless of shelters when
You're looking for some peace.
 
Love is desire, and passion
Which is hard to hide.
 
Love is music, and art too,
Love is "magic", love is "blue",
Love is pink, love is floyd
Stones and The Doors too.
 
Love is Angel, love is God;
Bible and Kur'an.
Love is mother, love is sistr, friends,...
And all people whom you know.
 
Love is a couple which you see
Smiling, kissing and holding.
 
Love is a feeling which is spread
Between two poles.
 
Love are kids, elders too.
Love is life, freedom
Everything that you see.
And don't run away!
 
But why is it so rare to hear:
"I love you"?
Why?
Why is showing it so hard?
Why?
Or, maybe, hating is some way ofLoving!
Maybe