LIFE is just a reason for LOVE…
can be as sweet
as “not being loved back”.
it would not be called as “love”.
What we mean
according to a poem
is not a matter of love indeed,
but a paradox and a name it doesn’t need.
Love is not blind,
but can be said to be blunt;
‘Cuz a lover is not blind enough not to see his beloved
Rather, he is too blunt to harm her whatever happens around
Today, make me feel loved
And I’ll care of your tag
Tomorrow, get me fixed
Or I’ll cry cuz of a little gag
Come to your dream, not to your body
Let you be a stream within my drama
That doesn’t mean you’re a tragedy
Instead, awesome tears for a melodrama
Pour together with me from the sky
Like a snowflake hugging another one
Rain on the passion like when I cry
Just as through the sensation I wanna run
Tryin’ to ornament you with my fulfilling care
So, please donate me a never-ending hug
You should get blessed with an excellent affair
Report me if I bring about a bug.
Losing my religion!…