A Game of Love

Colors,

All around.

Is this how it’s like –

to be in love?

Blinded:

by Bliss.

Lost –

in an infinite abyss

of emotions:

so deep . . .

and joy:

so strong!

Misguided –

in the ways of the heart

Unknown –

to the prick of loss.

Forever living

in a dream

of a Perfect World

for eternity.

Beautiful circumstances

for you and I

but hope is frail

in this forbidden warpath

of a game of love.

The End

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