What is it to be in love,
But to know that it's an alcove.
To dedicate yourself to a being,
Build each other to rise above.
Is love this hate fleeing?
Or perhaps just agreeing,
To no harmful notion.
A thing needing,
Your devotion.
Requiring emotion,
Is a thing called love.
A tale of no potion.
Forget the usual dove,
As it's more of a trove.
Priceless memories,
Like a peaceful cove.
Unbeknownst are insecurities,
Lasting many eternities.
Nothing but a masterpiece;
Is your encased beauty.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PuisiThis is just a collection of some poems that I have written. Feel free to like or comment your thoughts.
