Love holds so much exuberance,
Driving crazy the beholders.
Life changes thereafter,
And no day spend without reminiscing about their love.

'Oh! Those intoxicating black eyes,
The brightest smile.'
Makes the day.
Ears long to listen the cuckoo voice.

When finally meet,
Long hours of blissful silence,
Basking in warmth of love,
Passionately exchanging love.

But years have passed,
The passion dies.
They don't speak anymore.
The same love makes them cry,
Considering separation is destiny.

Few years after,
The same spark returns in life,
In form of another.
And they call it 'again'
True love.

But, is it really love?
There is just one heart,
And one soul,
Then how can something more than one reside in it?