love is like a water bubble,
don't blow high ,or it may burst,
it seems like a mirage, in dry desert
never follow or you die of thirst;
love is like a honey bee-
touch and it surely sting ,
plight and tears of painfulness,
together it will bring;
love is like a red rose,
captivating senses, with its magical hue-
never grasp in haste, my friend,
or from prickly thorns you can't rescue
but,yet,love is a rainbow,
spreading, various colors of life-
its is the sharp edge,with which you kill;
your own self;and yet worship the knife!!!
1 comment:
u r rite...more i searched for love..less i got.
Post a Comment