I’ve always looked for painful love;
I thought it had to hurt.
I know now that I’ve been mislead
By the loves I’ve loved and learnt.
It’s in the way you look at me;
It’s easeful in your eyes.
Even when it’s not said easily
I feel the words inside.
It comforts like a blanket
But it challenges me too.
It’s not easy learning love again,
But it’s easy loving you.