Love Is Alike Gusset
Love Is Alike Gusset
Love is alike gusset
There is impetuous desire
Until it blossoms,
Feels like pluck it
Savour it
Stroke it
Feel blooming in the dawn
Feels like just neonate
It's forks as well delight
For sometimes
As it doesn't bother
Dark as it's colour
Seems like a deep relation
But once it blossoms,
Distance is observed
Neither felt to pluck it not keep it
There comes the wrinkles
Like our relations
Afterwards it is realised that
It's over
At last beauty fades away
And no one knows it.