Broken Car!

They'll tell you its not love
They'll claim they know love
Oh what an irony it is
When they themselves haven't reached the depth 

I wonder is there a scale
That supposedly measures love.
Oh how wonderful that would have been
If i was blessed with one.

What I had known though 
Was that love is beyond measures.
Its either there or not.
Its a warm hand on your heart,
You either feel it or not.

It doesn't make you nervous 
It doesn't make you shy
It makes you who you are
As if you are there painting your own sky.

Love grows deeper and deeper
Even if reciprocated from far
Only when it doesn't 
It stays there like a broken car.