Thursday, April 16, 2015


Some call love
 A  Sweet poison.
Sweet it is
But poison?

Yes. Like the exquisite rose
Love comes with its
Claim of thorns.
Don’t brand it poison
But rise in love
Don’t fall
And oust the poison.

The story of love
Is not important
Be glad
Love knocked at your door
So let joy permeate your Soul
And bury the thorns
As a remnant of the past.

Today is yours
 Bask in love
Even if it was a fleeting affair
Cos real love
Is not measured in time.
It warms the cockles of the heart
And sings the immortal song of Joy.

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