An enigmatic love poem, by Saumya, exclusively for Different Truths.

Love, a sweet aroma to attract,
A rosy sound to enchant,
A palpable feel to evoke,
More becomes – a penchant.
The welts and warps of emotions
Keep bonding apace,
Fill remote rambling gaps
And prevent all space.
No demands no complaints,
But somewhere these creeps up;
These are leaves of love
Some day will rise up.
Colossal prospect dooms to fall:
A stumbling block that love can’t sever,
Space to me, space to you
Reserves love forever with you.

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