Luv Hurts...
My luv is too big for me to care about
but its too small for u to think about…
Thou my nights r colorful wit Ur dreams
still my days mourn in ur absence.
Even in a strand of Ur hair, I see my luv
but u glimpse my luv as a strand of hair…
Ur words are octets and Ur silence is my sonnet.
still it portrays only elegiacs
U mean so much & I care dat much
nothing I expect, & am set aback
better I watch u from there
so far yet so near…
Not all gestures of love
strokes of ur lash will do
i’ll be fulfilled
When I think of luv, I think of U
both hurt me,
Luv hurts me with U,
and U hurt me without luv...
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