LOVE
LOVE
She is not in the tears
She is the first glimmer of smile after it
She is not the sweet icing on the cake
She is just beneath it, confused whether to be sweet, sour or bitter
She is not the perfect time of the day
She is the morning gentle sun, the scorching mid day sun and the evening picturesque golden Sun
She is not just the healing balm
She is both the harm and the treatment
She is not only right
She has two hands, the right and the wrong.
She is not always love
She can sometimes be hurt
She is not only the butterfly times
She has her worst times like a weather
She doesn't always lighten
She sometimes burdens
Love, she has a beautiful pair of piercing eyes
Beware of her alluring charming smile
Perfect love is an illusion
But like a spider, she builds a perfect web
Be the insect, let her trap you in her webbing
#Tee2emm
#40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry
She is not in the tears
She is the first glimmer of smile after it
She is not the sweet icing on the cake
She is just beneath it, confused whether to be sweet, sour or bitter
She is not the perfect time of the day
She is the morning gentle sun, the scorching mid day sun and the evening picturesque golden Sun
She is not just the healing balm
She is both the harm and the treatment
She is not only right
She has two hands, the right and the wrong.
She is not always love
She can sometimes be hurt
She is not only the butterfly times
She has her worst times like a weather
She doesn't always lighten
She sometimes burdens
Love, she has a beautiful pair of piercing eyes
Beware of her alluring charming smile
Perfect love is an illusion
But like a spider, she builds a perfect web
Be the insect, let her trap you in her webbing
#Tee2emm
#40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry
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