Love Is An Obsession
O my love.......
To me
Love is an obsession
A very sweet feeling
It is like sipping wine
The first sip
The second sip
The wine moving down my throat
And the slight burning sensation
Down the stomach
Sometimes
It reaches to the empty feeling
Like a glass of wine
Place carelessly...
The wind of the fan
Drying the last drop in it.
Unable to trace
Even the last trace
of the sweetest tinge
To me
Love is a pretty dream
Crossing my heavy eyelids
Where I can
Pause you and your smiles
Freeze you and your moods
To that absolute stillness.
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