Love, a paradox,
A four letter word,
Not just an emotion
But two eyes and a heartbeat
Slowly becoming your world
Beautiful as a dream, yet a harsh reality
Its not always rainbows and sunshine,
But also thunder and dark skies
But what's life without a little rain?
Love is holding hands,
Standing strong amidst the storms
Dancing away all the pain
Its not always glitter and fairytales
Love also needs to pay the bills
After all, a rose too has its thorns
Love is unconditional, love is selfless
You don't stop loving even when you are not loved back, do you?
A bittersweet truth,
Love is like finally coming home after a long day.
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MIND OF A WALLFLOWER
شِعرHey! I was born and brought up in The City of Dreams, Mumbai. If there is some thing Mumbai has taught me is to Dream and Believe. So, this is my little attempt at sharing my own imagination and thoughts with you. I hope, this will leave you with a...
