Love.

What if it is a falsified emotion?
It is said that it requires devotion,

But who am I to judge,
That what this love does,

So what if one's heart rate accelerates
Heart, it still pumps blood, it, never differentiates,

Its a feeling I guess, maybe,
One day it too shall dry up like an old daisy,

Change will come,
When this love be done,

All one can do is put up a smile,
Wait patiently and in style,

For this love thing will come by soon, again,
And I hope, then, I have the tickets to the train,

But again my mind is full of thoughts,
Both imaginary and real, my mind really talks.