The garden beckoned me to enter
I did
Now the fruit beckons me to eat
I am paranoid, i'm in fear
They say, the paranoid survive, but I have fear in company
All hell breaks loose every hour, as the notions of attraction
spring inside of me
I want to let go of it all, but it keep pecking inside of me
I am like the nightingale that sings but yet
unable to get the tune in sync
I am bound inside the room and fear is what its built
I have the words and they speak but they don't express
I had withdrawn well, my mind alighting, but I saw her smile
bounced back exactly where I was before
I wanted to embrace her smile and let her know
the deep throes of my heart explode
My soul is tense, my mind wants to wander free
but i'm bound in this imbroglio, entwining inside of me
How can love be an imbroglio?
am I wrong in all this, 'coz love is no tangle
Love is free yet contrived, Love is happiness yet poignant
Love is mellifluous yet loud, love is peace yet hostile
Is that the entanglement?
I don't have any answers
How large an abyss am I digging myself in
I can't comprehend
I am loving to drown in the perplexity
it is tearing me apart
and I am loving the rips and the shreds I befall
The mirror has been raised, and the insignificance of me
casts its vision for me to witness
Its all about love, about her, about nimble hands
about hair sliding across the visage
Her eyes: shining bright spots glued to something I know not
Her prancing across like a gale in sprite and joy
Her words, simple nuanced specks that carry the story to me
they nail into me and stay forever never to rust
Her crackled mirth, a joyful disposition worthy of every dust
carried by the stars to sparkle in pleasure
Her wit and elegance swayed the boats on the bay
the moon crept out to sneak a look at the say
I could see the tides bow and Sun creeping low
She is my eternal bliss in confusion and indulgence
I am keeping her inside of me, cocooned
she can walk the world free-willed
I shall be by her, silent
In love
if that smile gets a shade, I shall plop down a tale
a wind from the hills and a scent from the gardens
That is all there is to it - to love and to love like none other
to care and to adore
and to live every hour in the bloom of the wild unabated
ebb and flow of affection's deluge
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