You walked into my life. I wished it be love between us.
You were standing closer to me. I sensed what love could be.
You filled my heart with desires. I knew I was being in love with you.
Your hand gripped to hold on me. I accepted being loved by you.
You popped the bubble around me. I realized I was dreaming of love.
You emptied my heart. I hoped I’d love you for that moment.
You again came to protect me. I loved those reasons in your eyes.
You couldn’t stop from expressing. I felt bliss in your love.
You pulled harder to embrace me. I had let you re-fill me with love.
Your love was making me mad. I desired to fall in love again over again.
You were holding my hand. I adored how your love taught me to blush.
You meant love to me. I was becoming you, my love.
Your life played a roll over love. I forced my lips to curve into smile.
You told you are breaking us. I didn’t ask nor needed any justification.
I said what we did was not just love. You gazed into my eyes once.
You had hidden your tears. I wanted you to know I believed.
You couldn’t tell you still loved me. I wanted you to know, I knew that.
You went bringing distance in us. I had to leave with whatever we shared.
You got drenched in rain. I thought of us watching the rain.
You cried apology on sky. I was touched by gust of wind.
You weren’t there or near anymore. I knew love was forever, in our heart.
Your love happened for many reasons. I couldn’t let it end just for any reason.
You had decided to live without love. I searched you to live our love.
You happen to bump into me.“It’s just not love” I remembered my words.
Because whatever you and I did, was beyond love!
For you meant love to me. I became you, my love.