Clear rills caressing the waves,
Brisk breeze twirling on the surface,
With every drizzle I drive content,
And so I am divergent.
Unlike that former sea,
won't burn your blood up,
Tranquil your mind to a faraway terrain,
Shattering the delusions fading your soul into nothingness,
With me this would be your first,
Every moment would be contrasting,
Will reciprocate your reliance with culpability,
Won't defy decisions,
But admire your confidence,
Won't tear up your liveliness with my ambitions,
My aspiration would be the same,
Watching you soaring high like dazzling wave.
You need to acknowledge this,
I am divergent.
"Who gives a f***
about your first love?
Give a big round of applause
for your second love,
because they taught you love still exists
after you thought it could never happen again."
-Unknown
Here I compared love to a scenario where a river meets a sea and the geography of love....