Love


Love,
Love is not dead yet,
Love just does not want to hurt people it cares;
It is a hot spring,
But disguised as an ice-cold glacier,
Wanting to be melted in your warmth my dear;
Days and night shall pass but it never lets you forget,
Months and years shall pass but it stays the same forever;
It is hidden deep inside his heart that is hurt,
It is masked within all cold events that she faced but was not fair;
It stays in that soft corner,
But is surrounded by thorn fence that only pierce,
Love tried to escape from that prison world,
But always got injured,
It recuperated only to be more scared,
It thus stayed there for years hoping to find its rightful owner,
Love would have given up,
but it sadly wasn’t designed with that desire;
Love always hopes to fly high in the air,
But is now bound with shackles of fear.

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