To each his own.

Can eyes capture beauty? Can beauty be beheld?
Is beauty a joy for ever? Even for the beholder?

Does one mean everything, for The One, for the rest of their lives?
Do promises hold their ground, do they survive?

Can love stand the test of time? Can time really fly?
Can love be summarized? Or is it just glorified?

Can time heal all wounds? Can wounds not leave scars?
Not leave any hint of pain? Inflicted through egoistical disdain?

Does love mean the whole world for us? Does it grow roots?
Does it make one grow fonder? Or compiling years make it wander?

 Do lives get entwined with each other? Do two  hearts beat as one?
Do souls find their mates for ever? Do they exist always together?

To each his own, answers to questions vexed.
Everyone's idea of love, differs from the next.

What matters most is the experience of love.

Either  momentarily or for eternity.
Love heals broken hearts and souls, back to whole.

Questions?

Answers to all our questions are buried deep within us.
Dig a little deeper and they shall find us.

We don't find them for we are dishonest with ourselves.
Let honesty do the searching and they shall find us.

Questions don't arise for we expect answers from others.
They are directed towards others  for we  are afraid of answering them.

Let integrity do the questioning and the answers shall find us.