THE
COMPLICATES OF LOVE (POEM)
Love
is such a tornado!
It
is such a storm
It
takes away the power
of
every life form
Everyone
in love is crazed
and
dazed because it’s dazzling and charming
Love
makes it “difficult”
But
yet! It’s all easy in love
Difficulty
is its way of earning
It
assassinates the nature
of
the heart
With
love, no clock nor anti-clock wise
running;
because it agitates not in conclusion.
Look
at these visions,
These
love-sick souls
These
smoking coals!
Look
at the follies of love
The
woes of my heart
Having
glimpsed you,
It’s
like a magical spell
What
can I say? So spectacular!
The
heart is but a
traveller
and you are the
Oasis
it seeks
The
heart is only but a
canoe
and you are its
Bank
with mystique
Oh!
What then can the heart
desire,
if it has you?
My
heart is a lonely and
longing
palace, but lovely
Oh
come! I need your light
and
sparkly cheers
But
so love varies!
And
has the power to destroy
No
halter! It is its own
limitation,
but frees one like
the
skies in the land and jungles
of love; like millions of dream each day
Lucky
are those who get lost
For
love has shown them the way
Yes!
My heart is going insane but
You
are its only balm
Why
is my heart all aflutter?
Tell
me, what is the matter?
Let
your perfume waft
over
and find me
Let
your hair rain their
dark
clouds over me for
I
shall strengthen ahead to my destiny.
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