I wrote a love story… a boy met a girl they fell in love,
they romanced through the next few chapters
under the moonlit night sky, in the back seat of the Fiat, by the five gardens of love, on the Arabian sea shore watching the sun mellow down into the evening waves… ..they kissed they caressed they merged as one in love…
a few chapters later… they broke off… love lay shattered… why the love went sour only love knew… as there were no more chapters…. to read
perhaps … this may be the last chapter of my love story too, I thought….
but my darling of love smiled at me … kissed me on my lips in a tight hug and said.. “darling!! our chapter of love is just beginning…
I closed the manuscript … locked it in the safe and threw away the key … into infinity..
my love is now safely locked within me!! Chapter closed.
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
She was a traveling soul. The galaxy resting above her nose. I’d sit & stare. Wondering where the stars would go next. Both young & in love I let go. Tracing together swirls of color. The planets all together aligned.