Wednesday, 26 September 2012

What of love?

Then what of love
of whispers in the rain
that of fleeting romances
of believing in vain

That lovestruck feeling
the misgivings of lust
floating on that cloud
of unwavering trust

Then hand it over
your heart on a plate
the anticipation building
cruely robbed by fate

That gut-wrenching pain
springing from deep within
return to me dear misery
of which I am but akin

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