Strange Love Thy Power Finds Me, Again

In the comfort in a lover’s embrace

When you find the blessings of HIS grace

That’s being lucky in love I’d say

Asleep in amour forever I’d stay

 

But then even love has its own strange ways

It often fades into a daze

 

With dawn it showers a fresh new start

You chase love again

For you’d never let it part

 

The noon arrives to feel the void

Of the tender touch you feel devoid

Yearning for his arms again

You walk across moors and terrains

 

As evening draws a curtain blue

You count the stars and your lovers true

The faded smile returns like light

With fate and hate you stop to fight

 

The night is its darkest hour

And once again you’re charmed by a star

The heart purrs straight from the open scar

Strange love thy power is never far!

Shivangi

Shivangi

Some girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Others, like me, are red haired, raw, and quite plus sized. Read my work on food and fashion on this blog.
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