i′m a stranger to this emotion,
and the things it has me do.
i′m hooked on the notion,
of spending my life with you.
what is it called,
to put you before me?
had my heart mauled,
just to be set free.
still i′d rather die than sacrifice this feeling,
sooner surrender my heart than our dreams.
precious time, it′s stealing,
but in your eyes, it gleams.
i′ll express it with roses and lilies,
delivered by a dove.
7106 languages from 195 countries,
they all call it love.
Karran Kumar ℵ The Meaning of Love
YOU ARE READING
midnight
Poetrya compilation of poems about love, heartbreak, and hope, born across 21 sleepless nights.
