An Old Poem I Wrote

love…
is just a momentary feeling,
a feeling that gives you butterflies,
drifting you off to somewhere beautiful,
lost in a world only you know where,
you’ll be caught up within your own emotions,
what used to be ordinary seems so bizarre,
the littlest things are what makes you smile,
their voice is like the sweetest melody,
while their words are the secret lyrics,
to the rhythm in your head,their presences is a bliss…a perfect bliss.

love…
it leads us to uninvited jealousy,
leading us to pain,the bumpy roads we take,
sleepless nights we suffer,
questions we wish we had the answers to.

love…
is just an illusion,
yet we seek for it,
we hunger gor it,
but why?
simply because…it makes you feel special to know that someone loves you.

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