Love can’t just be a word, can it be?
I always thought and wrote a lot about love,
but little did I know it wasn’t a love.
It takes time of its own,
When night takes its time for the dawn
It comes without even a knock
And that immense pain is
now being undocked.
The hollowness inside the bone
Isn’t any empty anymore.
It’s filled with compassion more than before.
And finally, it sings a song
Without any lyrics,
The buzzing goes around
And that makes you feel
the love inbound.
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