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Unscripted Love

Unscripted Love

Unscripted love stories seems to be only tales
It's meaningful when you experience it.

When the fountain of tears drown your pillows as if they fell off the cliff into the deep blue sea
When you anguish and the gnashes create rhythmic sounds like flying bullets across the battlefield
Just because of love

When your heartbeats become the background music for your memories
And those flashbacks slay your emotions beyond recognition
Just because of love

When the world becomes like a deserted desert
And you look homeless but still hopeful
Just because of love

When you are sweating but it's like lava gushes from your skin as a fountain
And you want to feel like a sparkling snowy polar bear
Just because of love

When you can't tell the false from the real
And you wander in  dilemma through passing moments
Just because of love

When you become static in the thorny bed
And you feel like sleepwalking till the break of dawn
Just because of love

When your vision is blurred by cloudy thoughts
And the future missions seem to lead to the unknown
Just because of love

When you feel like the bad and ugly are your next door neighbours
And you wish to stay in the company of the good
Just because of love

When you ponder over questions like
Does faithfulness and discipline mean the absence of cheating and quarrels?
Or trustworthiness the presence of the said truth?
Just because of love

For all you know, love is a beautiful beauty
Who considers not the cost of living with you
And brings along respect and patience
Just because of harmony

And when your abode turns to a palace
Then you shall reign like a king
Who awaits the arrival of his new bride
He then feels refreshed and renewed

Just because he shall embrace love again

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