Sunday, December 8, 2013

The Myth Called Love

Love is a myth
Until it happens to you
Magical but experienced by a few

Cupid’s miscue, a shot to the heart
Can’t catch a breath, such a beautiful haven
Undeserving, this must be heaven

So beautiful it hurts
But looks can be deceiving
Mind ponders about living or leaving

Tension in the air
It is palpable
A kiss without passion, the night is culpable

It leaves a bitter-sweet taste
Can’t swallow nor spit
Gloomy ambiance but candles were lit

Loves is a myth
Until it happens to you
But when in doubt, is that a cue? 

4 comments:

  1. Really enjoyed this once again......great work.

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  2. Love this! I just wonder how you are consistent with your write-ups.

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  3. Wow this is lovely. I really enjoy your narrative style

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