To Bittersweet Love


Love forever has its own share of nuances,
Sometimes it turns its back, sometimes embraces.
Sometimes it is the light twinkling from houses in the dark,
Sometimes it is the footsteps on a soggy lane leaving a mark.
Sometimes it is the fragrance emanating from a freshly printed page,
Sometimes it is the bricks of your self-constructed cage.
Sometimes it is the chae soothing your throat during cold,
Sometimes it the story you nurture untold.
Sometimes it is the rain breathing life into the Earth,
Sometimes it is that one tinge of pain in an ocean of mirth.
Sometimes it the breeze, gently ruffling your hair,
Sometimes it is the storm ravaging beyond repair.
Sometimes love, is just a fading song,
Yet you keep humming along.

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