You first talk with me,
Then you hide or go idle,
It is an obvious way of neglect,
I learn the code,
An abstract of mind's agony,
And I am dissolved in search of the cause,
A haunting for love and touch.
Who knows the synthesis?
Inserted it is in opposite to mind’s desire,
An embodiment of loss and broken terms,
A sound secret that I cannot express,
And go with it many days' work
In solitude and desert,
Decoding in your eyes’ choice
And I am living with it
For more than a year,
A texture given in a pensive tie.
Thinking comes into me
I have perhaps wasted time,
With you in favor of love,
And I am not in life’s treasure
That we all want to have
With love and destiny,
And I am not clear to leave or stay
In the idle mode or favor,
Talks are absent in habits, not in blossom,
But I want to build it so long in multitudes
Of love and time, a pensive moment.
Questions come in my mind -
What quality do I have to conquer love?
What is required to love a loved one?
What is the manifestation precisely
I have to quality to generate love?
Only talks are not the work to love,
And there is a perhaps new design,
And I have to appear in a new way,
I feel it for someone to feel love,
Because I have no heroic charms
And I have to plant one motive
To establish identity for love,
Power to write a verse,
And power to establish faith and
devotion
That love needs to have with everyone,
And I am blank in that sense, I presume.
Loneness brings me to have in deep sigh,
Mind cannot flee, if love is born and
torn.
sad, sometimes, people are simply different,
ReplyDeletethere are folks who simply not enjoy heated love,
in that case, we can not force.