Love is ambitious, but some say is blind,
With a heart of courage, and here comes the dash.
Love is of endurance, to be flabbergasted,
Served it grandly, or so, to be treated with honesty.
A girl says love is innocent, how can I say it is jaded?
When you’re love only keeper should it be loathsome?
But some say it’s marvellous, nestled with love,
In the name of omnipresent, pure and quizzical as it is.
Love is meant to be radical, somehow it is sacred,
As typical as it is, love is unique and unforgettable.
Love is another visual-insanity, when the warmth has come around,
Did anyone say Xmas is love, too, of yearning and could be zealous?
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I would like to extend my THANKS to those who have been ‘liking’ and following my blog. My blog is not something very interesting; no beautiful photoshop photos or beautiful background theme. What I have is raw and direct poetry. I’m building my reader base here. In fact, I’m thinking of publishing my poetry, while waiting for any reply from the literary agents. Enjoy this poem.
P/S: My favourite song for the week is ‘Set Fire To The Rain’ by Adele