Thursday, July 9, 2009


A heart filled with love-
blush coloured;
It drips into the nerves;
Whenever I lean on that chest,
I can hear that soft voice...
The voice...
that of spilling love.
It's like the patters of dewdrops
from the tip of a tender leaf;
It trickles continuously,
keeps me alive....
That bracing love!!

1 comment:

  1. how long that love will exist...there lies what it is called true love...