Poezja

 
 
Love likes not
showing off relationship
smile on face or tear drops,
both make my heart rip.
 
Ever waiting eagerly
for her appearance
when confronted,
mind becomes an hindrance.
 
Comes like a fresh air ,
away she goes  a hurricane
tolerate she will not,
me going  great pains.
 
Yet, loves me so much
as a princess of yore
always cursing the boat,
can not navigate to shore.
 
Nothing is physical
in our love
wagging tongues
all hand in glove.
 
Beauty a trap and
love being a cage
Wonder ! gets entangled
even a sage.
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