Another poem in my kit. Dont feel i gave full justice to it but it was half written when i completed it and this is the kind of feeling that creeps in when things are not done in time. They lose their charm.
Love Actually
A day that was never to be seen
A year never remembered
A second that passed without notice
A life broken into two
Love actually lived there
The porous body evoking emotions
color conversion to dark
eyes that only saw you
The lips always praising you
Love actually lived there
words that never touched her heart
roads that led to her house
flowers that never lost their moisture
her golden skin that never lost the shine
Love actually lived there
the tattooed forearm with her name
the muscut perfume bearing her fame
the Arc de Triomphe to mesmerize
the fear of losing you
Love actually lived there
morning prayers for her long life
places meant to be together
intertwined destiny
a reason to live
Love actually lived there.....
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