Love in the shape of a great spirit,
Used to visit,
The empire of my heart,
Just earlier than we had to part.
Alas! I am a lover without a love,
Moving aimlessly like a divorced dove,
True love is the nectar,
I have been searching so far.
The agonising irony is that,
Love like flowers' perfume is free of cost yet,
It behaves as a mirage,
Locking my heart in a hellish cage.
I shall love that YOU,
Who is yet to tread anew,
An earthly angel with divine poise,
I want no kingdom from Him, only this little choice.
Wherever you are,
Like a shrouded star,
Come and be my love since you must know,
I shall love you as the rain loves the rainbow.
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