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Love, oh Love, a fickle friend, One moment close, the next pretend. With playful jabs and whispered taunts, You dance a jig, behind love's fonts.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
The clock strikes eight, a jarring chime, But something's wrong, disjointed time. My mind's a fog, a hazy blur, A missing half hour, I can't assure.
The moon, a pearl in velvet skies, Casts silver light on tear-filled eyes. I trace your name upon the pane, A whisper lost, in pouring rain.
In twilight's hush, a secret glance, A spark ignites, a stolen chance. Your laughter rings, a siren's call, Beckoning me, enthralling all.
Love's embers flicker, once a vibrant fire, Now wisps of smoke, consumed by slow desire. We built a castle, stone by whispered word,
The world spins on, a careless blur, While I stand still, a heart unsure. A hole is ripped, a gaping wound, Where laughter danced, and love was found.
A canvas bare, emotions undefined, You splashed your colors, love redefined. A melody unheard, a silent song, Your laughter's notes, where I belong.
Love's not a plaything, tossed with careless hand, A fleeting fancy on the shifting sand. No fickle flame, to flicker and then fade,
The love spirit, a wisp of air, Invisible force, a presence rare. It flits and dances, light and free, In hearts that yearn, for destiny.
The city's pulse, a rhythmic thrum, Where concrete canyons blocked the sun. There, in a crowded, bustling street, Our eyes met, a chance, fleeting beat.
No textbooks bind, no tests to take, Love's lessons learned, mistakes we make. A patient tutor, with a knowing gaze, Love guides our hearts through life's sweet maze.
In realms of verse, where reason's cold hand reigns, Love's essence blooms, defying logic's chains. No mere equation, nor a thesis neat,
