Love can be a thousand things
depending on who you ask,
but what it isn’t is a privelege
for being in love is no easy task.

Love can be told a thousand ways
depending on how you express
but how it will be reciprocated
is never as good as one’s guess.

Love can fill a thousand pages
depending who yeilds the pen
but it sings the loudest
in silence of the shy ones.

Love can survive the seven seas
or make one cross them someday
but it values the hearts more
who broke mountains to make way

Love is what I never understood
till I learned to surrender
but not without a good fight
for the heart that made it matter.


Wrote a rhyming verse inspired by dVerse Poets and for “Wild card”prompt by V.J

Author: Prats

It's not the dramas or the stories, but actually the people touched by them who taught me how to appreciate these stories, the different medium of expressions, and how to believe that even fictional characters can give hope and smile to so many people around the world. A reader first and obsessive reviewer of things I love, I write when I am deeply touched by a story or a moment. You can find most of my ideas and thoughts first expressed on Twitter - @i_read_write

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