"Musings From Deep Inside" - Love, Noyonika...

...What is love?....

What is love?

It is sweet like an angelic red rose,

But it will prick you with its thorn,

Till you are in a pleasurable pain.

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What is love?

It is the swing candle in a dark room,

A ray of sunshine on a cloudy day,

Which saves you from solitude.

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What is love?

A sweet symphony amidst a cacophony,

A whisp of cool breeze on a sultry hot day,

Which calms you when you are dejected.

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These metaphors don’t make sense,

And neither does a bond lacking love.

God, take me on a beautiful path,

Scattered with the flowers of affection.

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Love at its peak gives you your life,

But, love at its worst snatches it away.

Wait, love at its worst is meaningless,

As it cannot be termed as "love"

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Love is like a photo album,

Everything reminds you of him.

Those stolen glances, those eye contacts,

When love was like a budding flower.

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Love cannot be framed in words,

Not even Sonnet 116 could achieve it,

Neither did I, nor did any other poet,

It is a feeling, not a phrase.

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Love is the most powerful source to exist,

Capable to bring the strongest to their knees,

Capable to make a tough person cry,

Capable to melt a person with a heart like dry ice.

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What is love?

Indescribable in its very own being.

The next omnipresent substance after God,

Which exists everywhere, unless killed by hatred.

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How do I even sum it all up,

It is next to impossible.

God, take me to a whole new world,

Where every ounce of the surrounding is filled with love.

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This was my third poem. Honestly, I have no idea if my poems are that good. Please be frank with your opinions about my poems and let me know in the comments. Please! 😊