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Love of Love!

“Beneath the clouds of Lust, were the raining temptations;
Temptations to embrace their dreadful shadows,
Holding the warmth of Love of Love”!

No longer, the Sun shelters the Gods from heaven ; No longer does it hold the aroma of adoration.
For Now, the ‘Love’ be owned by the demons of shades, and the mess of lust be more of turmoil.
For weak,  it holds the trauma in hearts, the waves of distress that breaks it into half!

Gone past are the nights, when affection measured the stars in skies,
When solicitude of springs nurtured the flowers in fields,
When goodwill flourished in the souls, attaining tranquillity and peace.

For Now, the faith in the faith of love, shall the weaker of the weak hold! Shall the strong and firm of minds rise up of the messy disquiet! Be the ‘Love’ for them overshadowed by the clouds of angst! Shall they show their strength by crushing the faith in faith! Shall they escape the romance, cheering the love of hate!

Such dark of the moon, weeps to see the humanity drown. Under the sea of abhorrence, submerge the strong and firm of minds! But to the weak and feeble left at the shore, the bright sun shines in the hope; hope to see their faith in love glow.

For they choose to face the winds of anxiety; For they smiled at the feel of insecurity;
For they choose to collapse at their rage; For they happily embraced the trauma of heart-break.

I choose to be the weaker of the weak, and refuse to rise above this dreadful dream. I choose to accept the termination of forever,  and the inevitable oblivion.  I refuse to be strong of mind, but shiver of the fear of loss of love. I refuse to give up on love but cherish its drama, its pain, the suffering, the mess and uncertainity.

I cherish every tear of love, for I hope that the Sun shall hold it back someday. And the LIFE shall cherish the sacrifices and count it in the most beautiful memories to live forever!
I choose to have my faith in faith and embrace the charm of my love of love!

J    

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