On love…



Your dreams get mad,
you dance with winds,
you kiss every mirror,
you fly widout wings.

Just a smallest glance,
her smallest greet,
seems a romance,
heavens to meet.

Words overbrim,
alone you smile,
heart races breath,
no cares no grim.

Love steers your way,
through ecstasy,
you feel like owned,
by your fantasy.

love makes you blind,
you see no gains,
your souls sublime,
you feel no pain.

You rest never like a wingless feather,
you’r haulted never by the reinless time,
you hold reigns of every weather,
you be the bliss ever sublime.


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