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True Love

A day more cold than coldest of hearts
A feel more warm than warmest of hugs
A heart more strayed than darkest of strayed hopes
A sin, more beautiful than a heartfelt prayer

Yes, love is in the air ...

He, a fine stream of watery exuberance
Shaping the pebbles of her shackles
For once ...
Making her go after her hearts desires and rattles

Nothing to contain, containers lay bare
But her cup was full with ambroisal nectar
Love and freedom ...
Pouring out of spouts of words and actions

Her being soulfully merging with his soul
Drowning in the seas of his eyes
She had found herself there

Birthing of true love ...
Silently, so clear ...

Wanderings

Wanderings ever pondered in her pensive ponderings
Thoughts ever richocheting on her composite composites

Yes...
Expectations always sorrowful in their botherings
Beautiful hearts ever squandered by deceitful squanderings
Desires often escalated by uncontrolled controllings
Silences more hurtful in their indecencies

In relations, no absolute relativity
They came with complex quadratic intimacy
Yes...
Love did expire in its jittery inconveniences

And ...
Her words often bled on blank papers as her skillful rhetoric
In her wilderness, her pen her testimony
@Sonia Batra

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