New type of Love - Poem

 

I don't know lately 

Love doesn't feel the same

It's like those rare flowers

Whose scent is very flawless 

By those love I used to be born

By those love I used to be dead

By those love I used to live in a cycle

By those love I found my break to this cycle

If this love wants to grow and outgrow me

I cannot control as it goes on to consume

And it laughs and talks as spreading it roots

Through the scars of previous love left in me as nature 

If this fear and light at the same time is what love wants

if this duality is the true to this illusion

then let it be the say of god

let it be the say of love.