One autumn morn, a desperate girl, does a trick,
My feelings fell for her like she tugged the right brick
She called my name that voice feels so immune
My ear drinks each word of her like a magical tune
Born, the smell of love as a thought in one’s brain,
that binds us together in a mystic chain.
That upsetness, when from my little world, ” she fled”
with a fatigued heart, the missing nights not slept.
But when sat alone, my intelligence glow
it said, ” oh! mind, forget sorrow and leave all the woe .
You’ve heard,”all that glitter’s aren’t gold
alike it, familiar to ear, this too written in bold!!
You know it’s love, a kind of whine
that has all ingredients, whether, dim or shine
and so they wrote with blood,” LOVE IS DIVINE“