Love is… – The Infinite Attempt


Love is


Makes one’s heart stubbornly fragile

A sweet irony that gives you wings

But prevents you flying at will

An alchemist is it

Transforming you into someone else

A magic where you lose yourself willingly

And search to find the lost ‘you’

Everyone is determined

To unearth this grail of humanity

Anyone who enters the labyrinth of love

Never leaves it

Even if there is an exit

All the resolve to define it vanishes just

Like a milk drop in foam cloud

Love is perhaps…

The nectar of life!




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