Once upon a time,
I was admiring some pretty eyes
It was then, when I heard lovely chimes
Since that day, heard it many times...
Then my heart, began to hum
In the rhythm, of a name unknown.
I tried to seek how it all began,
What it’s called,
And how would it end.
I asked a cloud,
“What is this sound I hear?”
He smiled and said,
“I don’t know what they call it,
But I can hear it too,
As I see the moon grow,
Since almost a million years.
I am trying to find out too.”
I then asked the moon,
“What is this sound I hear?”
Thoughtfully he replied,
“I don’t know what they call it,
But that is what makes me grow,
In the warmth of stars light,
Each and every night.”
Then I asked the night,
“What is this sound I hear?”
Cheerfully she said,
“I don’t know what they call it,
But it gives me faith to wait,
During the times so dark,
For the Sun to come in Noah’s ark.
I asked the sun,
“What is this sound I hear?”
With a bright smile, he said,
“I don’t know what they call it,
But every eve I hug the ocean,
I am filled with pleasure and devotion,
I feel it’s some divine intervention.”
Surrounded by mystery,
I gazed at Him in the sky,
Hopefully I, questioned in my mind,
“What is this sound I hear?”
He giggled and said,
“There are many names for it,
Its tune is played,
By the one you like,
It is to rhythm of her name,
That the bells of your heart chime,
I don’t know a solution, though
All I know is, it’s called ‘Love’.”
