I was inspired by this .
You can find a previous attempt at conveying the same thing here.
And previous parts 1, 2 and 3.
There is something about love
There are things I do,
that dont benefit me in anyway.
I could have learnt a life saving skill,
in that time , for time doesnt wait...
or better still, i could have done something,
that would have fetched me some money.
Yet i choose to romance with that thing that i do,
that thing which i do, simply for the love of it.
I continue to be so,
even when some call that,
a waste of time
Should I rather be,
chasing more fruitful dreams?
For nobody tells me,
that I am good in that thing,
that i so love to do!
Ah! It would be so nice,
to be told once, but once,
that I am good at it..
But never have i heard it...
But i go on, as a silent soldier,
with my little attempts at conquering,
that little mistress of mine,
that little thing i can call a hobby...
Sometimes, I wonder,
and Think to myself,
This must be the magic of love...
to do things, just because you love to do them
and nothing more....nothing more........