Memories of love
On long journey of life
emotive urges surging
drifting and are strewn
in uneven pattern.
My ardent ardour
in fervent fervour
sometimes
flowed in frolic flare ,
amour in glamour
glowed in glory and glaze.
Sometimes devastated
on deceit, dragging
life on despondency.
At last phase
love has taken me
to where love
learns no more
but to honour
that mosaic
of memories
of love
once ignored
by me.
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