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Love
Has no shape
Love
Has no color
Love
Has no meaning
Love
Has no dimension
Love
Is different for each………….

Love
Could be craving for body
Love
Could be making out in bed
Love
Could be lust between two couples
Love
Could be vulgarity couples offer
Love
Could be kissing all-day
Love  
Could be in laughing all the way
Love
Could be crying together
Love  
Could be comforting each other
Love
Is different for each…………

For me,
Love  
Is the way she stalks me
Like a tigress stalking from behind bushes
Love  
Is the way she talks to me
Like sweet raindrops of love falling on my body
Love
Is the way she cares for me
Like air, can’t be seen, but exists
Love  
Is the way her heart beats for me
Like waves in the ocean on their way to my beach
Love
Is the way she sparkles with her smile
Like a spectrum of colours vivid and bright

Love,
Is a feeling she feels
Love,
Is an emotion she exhibits
Love,
Is the bond she has with me she carries
Actually,
She Is Love in disguise
The only definition, Of love in my life
The lone Love Of my Lonely Life
For me,
She is Love
and
Love Is She
Only she
Real lovers are like
A train and a track
One can't walk or run
Other's useless without first

Real lovers are like
Sadness and happiness
Both are known
Because both exist

Real lovers are like
Plants root and shoot
Both keep each other alive
Unaware of each other's face
I wrote this as a reply when my love asked me "What does love mean to you".
After reading this she said me those three magical words for the first time.
***, that was a feel............
Who says oceans are deep
It's your exquisite eyes

Who says sugar is sweet
It's your soft soothing voice

Who says nature is nurturing
It's your electrifying touch

Who says flowers are beautiful
It's your scarless smile

Who says rainbows are colorful
It's your exotic expressions

Who says nobody is perfect
For me It's flawless you

Who says dreams can't come true
'Cause mine is in front of me for sure
I wrote this for the girl I love.
Each word and sentence here is totally true and fully experienced by me when I proposed to her on the 7th of April 2021
Love
Has no shape
Love
Has no colour
Love
Has no meaning
Love
Has no dimension
Love
Is different for each………….

For others,
Love
Could be craving for body
Love
Could be making out in bed
Love
Could be lust between two couples
Love
Could be vulgarity couples offer
Love
Could be kissing all-day
Love
Could be in laughing all the way
Love
Could be crying together
Love
Could be comforting each other
Love
Is different for each…………


For me,
Love
Is the way she stalks me
Like a tigress stalking from behind bushes
Love
Is the way she talks to me
Like sweet raindrops of love falling on my body
Love
Is the way she cares for me
Like air, can’t be seen, but exists
Love
Is the way her heart beats for me
Like waves in the ocean on their way to my beach
Love
Is the way she sparkles with her smile
Like a spectrum of colors vivid and bright

Love,
Is a feeling she feels
Love,
Is an emotion she exhibits
Love,
Is the bond she has with me that she carries
Actually,
She Is Love in disguise
The only definition, Of love in my life
The lone Love, Of my Lonely Life

For me,
She is Love
and
Love Is She
Only she
The love I have for her pushes me from my friends
And yet I'm scared to lose her
For she holds the keys to heart
Unlike all the romantic stories
Ours could be defined as Pip & Estella in the Great Expectations
Solaluna Oct 2020
A love that is pure
Is the only thing that can lure,
And cure a broken heart,
That’s for sure.
Aneesh H Jan 2020
Am I to be blamed,
If
your alluring eyes
Captivate mine
And my mind

And angels in Heaven
Unleash their wrath upon me
For ignoring them?


Your eyes have already said
What your lips struggle to withhold

Your eyes betray a sense of victory
Yet, little do you know
What my heart has won!

Or perhaps, it doesn't matter...?
Madhu, in many Indian languages means honey. Madhura is the feeling akin to honey, sweet, ageless, pure love. It is not a love that wants to barter for a gain or an aim. It is natural and selfless. Like Meera's love for Krishna.
True love is perhaps true salvation. It is rarest of the rare. It needs not validation by tradition nor a certification by custom. Yet, it is not immoral. It is pure. It is rare, hence sweet: like the nectar created by countless honey-bees through the labour of day and night.
Anita Daniel Sep 2019
I look through your eyes and I see our future
I see our love
I see our goals and aspirations come into life
Then reality hits me hard like my bottle of chapel sweet red wine crushing the floor
That our love is "non licet"
Against societies expectations
Against family beliefs
Beliefs that have been sown into my magnificent brain
**** that!
I broke the barriers
I don't live up to meritocratic expectations
I live for love
You are my love
I love you
Our energies coincide with one another
You are my "forbidden" soul mate
Just as these words flow
So does my love for you
Meu rei
I am in love with my relative.
Paras Bajaj Jun 2019
his head is a complicated place
where the thoughts of her never leave,
but only the thought of her;
reminds him to breathe.

his soul is empty and dark
or all alone will he ever be
but only the light in her eyes;
reminds him that he is free.

his heart is as black as night,
yet he always fails to act blind
cause' only the warmth of her;
reminds him to be kind.

P.B.
Instagram: @mr.parasbajaj
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