Love makes me kneel down on my knees.
Love is deeper than the mind's intellect.
Love makes me feel a human most appropriate.
The heart has a voice that only lovers can hear.
The heart has love which houses no fear.
The heart is where love creates its abode.
The heart uses love as its secret code.
I have tasted love once.
It created such a beautiful nuance.
Mesmerized by its beauty and colour.
She captured my heart while I stared at her.
But love has its dear consequence.
I would have not loved if I was not full of ignorance.
For love tore me apart and shred my heart to pieces.
It continued and continued until it attained its wishes.
Now it left me with a broken heart.
That very broken heart, pierced with love's poison dart.
Now love, I will never again.
For the heart it needs to reside in, will never mend.
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