For love is a wave, sweeping past defences,
Breaking down all barriers.

For love is a drive down a favourite highway,
Exhilarating and leaving souls breathless.

For love is a cuddle with tea and a memorable book,
Familiar tinged with a bit of unfamiliar.

Love, courted by poets forever.
Heard of by all who breathed in this world,
Malady for the control-freaks,
Cure for the troubled.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.


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