"Love" is such a complex emotion as everyone of you who has known it would know. You can not always love a person. You can not just only love a person. We hate as we love and still we like the way we love them. Here is what I know of that brittle emotion.
You are the moon that I stole into my window.
You are the empty pen that I do not want to throw out.
You are the long waiting books on my shelf.
You are the late night walk on a lonely night.
You are the long lost memories that refuse to come back.
You are the phantom that would refuse a form.
You are the lost ticket to the long waited movie.
You are the calm before the tantrum.
You are the bliss of temptation.
You are the epiphany in my dreams.
You are the King of a lost crown.
You are the pea under the princess' beds.
You are the worst critic of my best work.
You are plenty where I need few.
You are the words that elude me.
I hate loving you.
1 comment:
This is an elucidate specification of what Love can be......
The Poet has keenly taken very lucid examples form every day life ... to explain the merrits of the the Unversal phenomenon of LOVE.....
Especially when the poet says "...worst critic of my bestwor....", it shows tht even the critics can be LOVED.... Jokes apart.. a nice expression of LOVE...
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