A feeling…yet not quite understood.
It’s felt yet not tangible. .its undertood and yet simply misunderstood…more times too numerous even for the fools.
Trully a remarkable thing…
It looks past scars..hurts..flaws…
It prefects even the illusion of imperfections…
It covers even the voids of one once broken soul…
An ironic metaphor…
It even puts the bearer in shame…
It gives him strenght…it gives him courage…it even gives him wings to fly and soar…He feels even untouchable..dauntless. ..not even anything can dent his aura…
Much more than words. ..
More than a night in the heated passion in embrace of a lover..
More than a sad tale from a stranger..
Much more than lullaby sung in winter..
So much more than a beautiful veil and a banquet of roses…
Kind nor boastful..
Selfless not selfish
Giving not taking..
Sharing not withholding..
Proving not forsaking. .
Sacrificing not jeopardising
Truthful not dishonest
Committed not wavering
An “I love you”..and mean it..
“stay with me”…and “I will stay with you”..
“Looking at your imperfections and still loving the view”
“Forever and a day more…to the end and back”…Infact it’s. .
“Always and forever”…not just some love song sung in blues…
“Take my hand ..close your eyes and let me lead the way”..
“I Will care for you even without and under the rains”
“I will protect you”
“Provide for you”
“Lay down my life for you”
“Give you all I can”
“Give you all I am”
“Love you inside and out..”
“Love you beneath your scars and beautiful.. even.when all the beauty fades away …I would love your heart because that’s just where the beauty lays”…
Totally worth it
Love isn’t. ..
A folktale under the moonlight sky
A goodbye from a lovers side
Pains and hurts and lies and thorns
Dishonest and false. .
Love isn’t. ..
An “I love you”…with a glint of a mischievous lie
“Always and forever”…with one hand with you and another within a mistress thighs
“Commitment”…but a laugh and paper falsified..
“A heated night of passion only to smell the roses drop on a gold palate and a letter saying goodbye”…
Love isn’t. ..
For little ones and amateur hearts..
For the ones who can’t yet grasp the depth of its pull and thrust..
Not for the wayward legs and darting eyes..
Not for the vain and corrupted hearts..
Not for miserly who flaunts and desires to taste of the pleasures therein. ..
Not for the fools who doesn’t want to grow up and make it true…
And will forever be…true..
Yet fools have let it go loose…
More hearts are broken much more than its amended..
More tears flow more than it should be curbed.
More broken promises much more than made..
More broken pieces of a lovers hearts ..
More jars of broken hearts…and flowers of thorns..
Why does love hurt so bad…?
And love is…all good things …
Much more than we have made it to be..
What is love ???
Do we hope?
Do we give up?
Or do we take the leap of faith and love as we should and hope that it’s true???
Well that’s a story only you can write…
This is to love…and a hope that someone finds what trully love is…and hold on to it…too.
#p.s….Love is….indeed …is a beautiful thing…
Here is to a beautiful JUNE👣
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