Love Is

Love is a poignant pain 

Drenched in an ecstatic rain 

Sometimes serving as a gift to a warrior 

Or sometimes proves deceit like a vague mirror 

The heart is always wrapped in its frozen slumber 

In the darkest waters raging like a ferocious thunder 

With zeal it embraces the heat of the sun 

Waiting for those long waited chills that is enslaved by the thoughts of someone 

Those fidgety silence has an invisible presence 

Like a silhouette it follows everywhere marking it's sheer existence 

Still pieces of heart lay scattered like shards

Pinching different gestures and greeting naive bards