Love can never be defined,
But for me you gave it a meaning.
I feel like a spring compressed,
Waiting to be released and getting caressed.
It’s been the same for quite some time,
Losing all hopes but never sang a hymn.
Striving to get the pain off my head,
With pressure and blood which had gone red.
But the devil never removed his hand,
And he won’t till the end of the time band.
Already thrashed and crashed in love,
There wasn’t a way to take.
Stranded I remembered Robert Frost say
“Two roads diverged in the woods and I took the less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Thereby I took the road to my love,
And here I am in her arms again,
Never a thought crossed that it could happen,
And there she was standing next to me.
To watch her sleep was like resting in heaven,
My arms wanted her but she was already on cloud seven.
Honestly the former gave a better emotion.
This doesn’t sound like a poem to me,
But I guess you’ll read it with that notion.
This is just the beginning part,
I’ll write till I empty my heart.