Love, such an exquisite word yet can be virulent
Full of mysteries and chaos, filled with lingering echoes.
Ushering one’s feelings and soul to be ambivalent and silent
Endearing too much can cause a lot of woes.
Our souls are engaged in the idea that love is our living fantasy
We believe that love, only love, could ease our pain
A never-ending contemplation about how love could bring us ecstasy
That explains how someone can drive you so insane.
Until it brings out the fragility of one’s façade
Drives you to an expected turn of deceitful lies and betrayal
Turns out it was just another charade a person had,
Never thought treachery could lead to something catastrophical.
But here’s a thing, we are all deceivers and believers
Of “Always and Forever”.
first attempt in writing poetry :-)