A stranger, I have met, in a strange plot.
With sparkling spirit, dimmed by the lot
Of absurdity created by forsakers.
A heart made to love, but taken for granted.
Hope is not lost, but questioned;
"Could love find me?", she wonders.
And the cynical look in her dark diamond eyes
Is capable of making the world awe, and surrender.
A face curved with the uncertainty of the divine,
Makes me ponder, but find no clear answer.
Lips drawn for sweetness, and love making,
And tongue before them, hands over words of truth.
No fake romance shall ever ruin her immortal kiss.
Try not to fantasise, it could lead to self loss.
Or one could find his path through the tapestry
Of her lit wisps of silk, awe, how mesmerising!
She haunts.
A stranger still she is, but the souls,
If they exist, shall connect,
When no words could tell of her like, no like.
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Of Agony And Hope
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