Love

This story is about a girl named Rose
To not believe in love is what she chose
She came to me and gave me a hug
Whilst love in her life seemed unplugged
She asked me a thing in despair
if love even existed, she wasn’t aware

If only you could see from my eyes,
It won’t take seconds for you to realise that,
Love is us
Love is you
Love is me
Love is everything I see
Love is when I bleed
Love is when I breathe
It’s when I close my eyes
To revere the pretty skies
It’s when I act as if I’m blind
to forgive the mankind
So the next time Rose, you ask me what love is,
Go and look in the mirror it’s pure bliss
It’s when you realise the pretty is on the inside
It’s when you decide to accept your Hyde
It’s when paths go dark and you can still see that bark
Where you tied the loom for your feelings to bloom
It’s the feeling of ecstasy
which fulfils your fantasy.
It’s from foggy dawns to starry dusks.
It’s me. It’s you. It’s us.
For what is love, nobody knows
It’s adulation that grows and flows.
And if ever, love is what you oppose,
Just look in the mirror Rose.

Comments

  1. renu sMarch 7, 2021 at 8:53 AM

    Nice and beautiful lines...something so serene and divine. So sweetly you have described love....which is all we have but still dont trust....

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  2. Sanjana SharmaMarch 7, 2021 at 7:54 PM

    Amazing 👍. You have articulated your feelings very well. Keep writing.

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  3. UnknownMarch 7, 2021 at 11:34 PM

    r/im14andthisisdeep

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