Tag Archives: poetryoflove

The Fear

Phase 1: Her fear of loosing him will always remain alike as it was.

Phase 2: It was then when he loved like no one else could, but she never noticed.

Phase 3: Now she loves him like no one else can, but he just knows that he has lost that love in him for her.

Phase 4: Eventually they do stay together, but the lust won between them.

MapleLeaves©

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

The fallen leaves danced to the rhythm of the wind,
The heart recollected some memories to redeem;
An unsung melody started playing its game,
The silent blue bird inside the heart was all in flame.
A mysterious voice whispered:
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Time, with all its might created the ebb and flow,
The fireflies of love made the shore of the heart glow;
The desolate soul found a saviour,
To sail the boat of love in the soul’s favour.
A mysterious voice wailed:
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

The spring of love was on its way,
The wretched and pinching agony was at bay;
The wailing heart comprehended the beauty of life,
In the ocean of love it took a deep dive.
A mysterious voice claimed:
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Romeo and Juliet were they not,
Not a tale from Shakespeare’s Romanticism;
Not poured down from Byron’s pen,
Yet nothing could withstand it to defame.
A mysterious voice echoed:
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

The cold lips trembled and smiled,
The essence of love been felt for the very first time;
The shore of the heart echoed voices of love,
With saviour nothing seemed to be tough.
The mysterious voice sang the symphony of love:
If winter comes, can spring be far behind.

~ lilac

The Girl I Met Once

The girl I met only once
Sitting on the edge of the bench,
I heeded a girl with beamy eyes and a glowing face,
That shined like the sunrise
Whose beauty is comparable to an angel, so pure and divine

But why I met her? I must ask
We used to be miles apart

It now seems so long ago,
When her piercing eyes made my heart glow
And now we both sit in different rooms,
Far away from our fabricated gloom
We are happy now, YOU and ME
As the sundered folks could ever be.

And it seems now,
What happened was good in a way
‘Cause we both know now, we were never there to stay.

~ Mansur L