Love is nothing
But a qualm of
Willy-nilly fancy
As fragile as a French kiss with alms of
Remorse, regrets and penitency
Love is anything
But a game of blames
Well played sharing
An anonymous elegy
Of fuss, flurry and fury
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Falling in Love
Love is yet something
Waiting for other side
Through the eternity entire
With a hurt-heart of agony
Of feelings so frenzy, envy and fuzzy
Love is hence
An ineffable emotion
That is full of crazy commotion
Because in love,
One is either to be
Seen hopping mad
Or being lovey-dovey
Even in a public alley!!
