Love Forgone Poem by vidyut chakraborty

To dream someone you love is a hidden treasure of life-
yes it is.
Your Love vanishes into blue and how do you feel this reality?
Destiny.
The story started from the allurement of an apple.
Perhaps so!
Two hearts embraced, four lips engrossed, what happens then?
Corporal tremor!
When two looks cease, four hands out of touch, how do you paint,
Conjoint pain?
This is the history of all time Love, ever stated to world,
Love forgone?