My Love

My Love short poem

Photo by Will Spark

Nothing like you I had ever met…
The crowning star after sunset…
Like unsung silence of wood…
Crushed through dove hood…
Love is not happiness to survive…
It is more than sweet realities of bee hive…
Sting is poisonous only when you are guilty…
People crave for sweetness being witty …
Uncounted days pass to complete life…
Moments un-watched while heart at strife…
Your love understood you well…
Rainbow cast its spell…
While the ocean got the unusual tides…
Pearls came across to glitter on sides…
Strange journey never accomplishes…
Life ends on way, dreams still live wishes…
Hard realities turn across crookedly perfect…
Nothing seems to be left when soul is theft…
It was never hard and will be never…
Pain grows well if you hold it for ever…
Curtains have moved aside…
See! This is life with lovely pride…

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