Her concept to hold on tight to her bosom,
And his to set it free and let her amble.
She could never let dear ones face storm,
Or let them ever stumble.
But protect them against custom.
So many began to grumble.
Burying her in a pit with depth of six fathom.
So none could hear her rumble,
She learnt that moment to fight for freedom.
Dumped under tons of filth her spirits crumble,
Just then he came to rescue,ruler of her kingdom.
Giving her strength never to fumble,
Helping her rise from the very bottom,
Became her strength every time she tumble.
Supporting her whole self like a column.
Letting her fly as a bird, like a water bubble,
Floating in air or an atom.
Such an ideal form,
Truly makes her humble.
O such moments blossom,
They spent free of trouble
A cup of tea together and at random
Running her fingers through his stubble.
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Spirits Within
PoetryConcept of love varies from one to another, it is always opposites that attract. Only true love can tame you down and let hearts connect
