This is far from love, from
infatuation
More of fascination
You are a vine that intertwines
itself around me
Entangling me with your slightest
touch
You are a splendor that enthralls my
blood
Makes it hot and cold with
enthusiasm
As I take a sip of your intoxicating
Yet quenching hymns
Making me thirst as I feel refreshed
I can write a million proses
But they’d never suffice
Me, whose mind and heart alike
In a turmoil, a chaos of forged
emotions
A war of good against good
Of weak against frail
I find myself crushed yet intact
Miserably smiling
As I plunge into your realm
|Between Jan – April ‘16|
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