Life wasn't a mystery,much too maze
Untill she got away with her lusty gaze
Like the droplets of rain,she showered her affection
There were shadows of darkness,and her reflexion
Like the spring wind,she took away my vanity
She was cherishing while I succumbed to gaiety
I dreamed about myself,with she being herself
Little did I know,I was ready to lose my 'self'
While she still tickled and splashed down in my senses
I cared less,for realism and somberness were seeking their chances
Being a mortal,it is difficult to quarantine love and lust
Lust bears no obligations while love needs trust
At times I wonder whether I should choose love or lust
I think,I peruse,I look around and I find,love is just
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