what is love
if not the
wrinkles of his face
when he smiles.-
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i have held on nights
a little tight
everytime my heart
says its getting tough.-
i have roses
wrapped in my hair
wanting to be removed gently
caressed and held
like a leashed havoc.-
i have love
filled in my veins
just cut my leash
so I can bleed love.
-
nobody knows that
the little poems i write
have a lot of you in it.-
with every passing day
i learnt that love is also
touching my little finger sometimes
to comfort me on the hardest days.-