i thought i began to write phrases
of red roses and purple haze
two hearts in one place
you called it love in a velvet case
young and fresh
as mint and lemon oil
burnt in an aromatic pot
filled up the air
with the pleasant scent of love
you and i
side by side
perfectly abreast
they asked,
love at the first sight?
no,
it just happened
at the last sight,
last night, to be precise…
i thought,
it was a blasted grace
a new phase for us to gaze
to write new phrases
phrases of love,
i supposed…
i thought,
it was love
problems wouldn’t be counted
no!!
not yet…
after all, its a love poem
was it not?
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