A pen in hand brings
The levity of heart
And the obeying strings
Of passionate couplets
Irresistibly start…
Starts in the poetry
The unabated tales of love
Which shoots to eyes
A reckless intense rocket
That cracks above...
Cracks open the pain
Of the in-between distance
And hopes love for love
In exchange,
It takes a chance.
Chance that involves
Holding hand in hand
And to live every moment
As would one live
On a dreamland.
Dreams if the significant other
The ditto or the same if feels,
What else could one
Possibly want or would
Like to appeal.
But if the expectations somehow
Don't reach the goal
And the injury of love
On your body
Takes control,
Control your grief and come
Back to your pen
And to fill vacant pages again
Must you write
Another love poetry then.
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