Once
she asked me - "What is love?"
I replied - "Once,there was a poet who used to write about his feelings for his love. some people thought it as an art of imagination while some knew the real story.In every quote of the poet resides she. Or might be that she was the poet(sounds weird...).she used to read his writings. May she knew that every bit of imagination every single word is for her. But she never replied or commented.Niether he ever stopped.
'Moral being, Inspite of knowing that she 's not gonna take(i.e. read but will not reply) he used to keep it there for her(i.e. write)........"
*she smiled and hugged....
( #AcruZ)
-