The heart has its reasons,
Not every reason has to be reasonable
It still wishes to fall in love
In spite of enduring the capricious seasons
Not just to seek the lush of winter
Nor for the glistening saltiness of summer
But to be cocooned in the splendor of love
Where we symbolically unravel each other
Where the purity of our love
Celebrates life beyond earthly passion
Where it is just us
In our virginal forests
My heart aches for you, my love
In the most pristine form
Just be with me,
With your comforting knowledge
Allaying my insecurities,
Assuring me of your sagacious presence
Crooning with me, the tune
That I have been humming alone
I reasoned with my heart, not again.
But it responded back:
you are the kiss,
That lady luck, has planted on my forehead.
That lady luck, has planted on my forehead.
©LR
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