when love was

i would like to go back to a time when love did not need words to be understood; when its meaning was universal; when it required no conditions; when it was oblivious to cold nights and love songs; when it was stranger to pain and detachment; when it sought not joy nor death; when it basked in rain and sun with equal zest; when it did not fear the dawn nor the twilight; when it came in dreams; when it was sure of itself; when it stood proud and brave;

i would like to go back to a time when love was just love, nothing else...