To love her?
Is to love a leaf
Ordinary, plain looking leaf
Compared to all beautiful flowers
To love her?
Is to hug thorns
Piercing your heart
Making you bleed... And hurt
To love her?
Is to love moon
With different phases
And full of scars
To love her?
Is to love winter
Cold, brutal, lifeless
Oh! But so beautiful
To love her?
Is to love death
The ending no one wants
But the peace everyone seeks
To love her?
Is to love an overthinker
Anxious, scared and sad
But the love so deep
To love her?
Is to love ocean
Salty, deep and dangerous
Vast, colourless and reflecting
To love her?
Is to love a writer
Messy, aloof and crazy
But alive in every word she writes
To love her?
Is to love chaos
Confused, useless and fatiguing
And only some thrive in chaos
To love her?
Is to love failure
Failing, defeated and unwilling
But never giving up
To love her?
Is to love history
Boring, full of rage and war
And only liked by few
To love her?
Is to love scars
Ugly, brutal and inhuman
But the sign of brave
To love her?
Is to love nature
Angry disasters, revengeful taste
But serene, ethereal and peaceful
To love her?
Is to love God
Praying, begging and crying to him
Just to have her healthy and happy
To love her?
Is to love me
Just me.
YOU ARE READING
Versification of my soul
PoetryFirst these were the words i wished to tell my parents. They're just hazy memories now, which I don't want to forget. My wistful memories....
