In the world of the fast and the wavering,
The windows to your soul are the only facet worth savoring.
When your lashes flutter in the morning rays,
Your hazel eyes set my being ablaze.
Each time you look at me with nothing but endearment,
I feel reborn, such is headiness of its allurement.
You may not declare your love or its intimacy,
The dancing of your heart with mine is ultimacy.
Never did I need corroboration for this truth,
Its veracity lies in your morning kisses - uncouth.
In the world of the liars and the deceiving,
The rectitude your orbs hold leaves me heaving.
The pools of your clear auburn,
May hold anger, wrath and burn.
Those are the scars of your past,
The reason for your love, absolutely steadfast.
You say I'm the elixir for your charred soul,
But your jaded soul is what makes me whole.
This is love, this is want, this is longing,
This is the fortune of belonging.
In your gaze I find the meaning of life and death,
My love only amplifies with each and every breath.
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Folks!
Don't jump the gun at the romanticism of this one :p I'm not in love and neither have I had the fortune of being in it. This is how I feel love is or should be. This is how I've seen and interpreted love around me. In a world full of mediocre, love is one thing that has got to be extraordinary!
So tell me how you found it?
Those that have been in love and continue to be in it, do you think this is how it is? Or its too fantastic to be true?
Those that are like me, say, do you want a love like this?
Drop your comments. As always, I love hearing from you guys!
Cheers!
Zoya!
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Alation
ŞiirHighest Ranking in Poetry: #7 "The elegy of silence, The wailing of fate, The panache of death, The din of rage. Will quieten itself, Soon enough, someday."
