Looms of Doubts written in each words I could find.
The very thought of US I once had in my heart is turning into a chyme,
As I sit here struggling with my pen to find words that rhyme.
Our love is changing and evolving from it's pure state,
And we are the cause of its mutation and not fate.
What is love if not a test of strength but we seem to be failing at it,
Because we don't understands it's true meaning and why it makes us complete.
Everyday without fail I would reflect on the love we have; the very whole we both share,
The very non-biological centromere that holds us as an homologus pair.
And everyday I would see us losing our bond to life's unending drama,
Because we've chosen to be its cast in its 4D cinema.
Love is meant to be unsullied; void of any spot of insincerity,
But what do we make out of ours?, an aura of insecurity.
Love is a choice; a very costly one at that,
But what have we chosen?, we've chosen to toy with our feeble heart.
Every day is a reminder of our mistakes and imperfections,
And how we've been hurt by its deep penetration.
I wish I could tell you how this hurt me,
How your wordless actions possibly inflame me.
So I write away my feelings in words that rhyme,
With great hope that things between us will change with respect to time.
Every word of affection that we've ever said,
Our happy moments we hold inside the cage of our head.
Are fragments of our existence that becomes our forever memory,
Everyone of it in turn makes the script for our love story.
I love you and you love me,that we both know will never change,
So my dear,lets stick together and keep this love of ours till we both grow aged.
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