To Be Haunted By Love...
And how odd it is,
To be haunted by someone who is still alive.
By those dark eyes, shining brighter than the sun..
By that beautifully dangerous smile,
Stirring up the most serene storm within the heart.
That voice, sweeter than the deadliest poison,
Musical, than the cacophony of the entire Universe
Rumbling like a wise ocean, amidst the ever thirsty desert sands....
Stealing away all her sleep, to let her dream in utter peace.
That calloused touch of the scarred hands,
Softer than the purest of silk
Cruising like needles within the veins
To take away all the wounds of being broken...
How mesmerising it is, to crave for a pain
That is sweeter than salvation....
That caresses a broken heart with just a touch of its Magic wand.
How heavenly it is, to be stabbed by a Love
That is kinder than the daggers...
A Love that is messier than perfection...
And yet, complete, like an unfinished work of art.......
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