Blinding Love

If love had a taste what would it be?

If it had a color what would I see?

My days are dark without the spark

And painted grey in the shades of clay.

What do you feel when it rains outside

To me it's the same without my pride.

I gave it all nothing in return

Feel within the fire burn.

It's not of love, passion or desire

To such a fate how can I retire?

Being someone and no one at all

To such a state when did I fall?

With faltering steps and the empty feeling

With all this time where's the healing?

Being together yet junctions apart

Love is a scythe in my bleeding heart.

I feel not pain the wound is numb

It goes unnoticed with people some.

My smile or tears it did not matter

Vulnerable as glass it had to shatter.

For love is weak but desires strong

Hate befits in the matter long.

Season of Love

So St. Valentine's Day is just around the corner - roses and chocolates selling at atrocious prices and still running out of stock, people turning cheesy and buying from a new perfume to entire new wardrobe just for this special occasion. And why not? This is the time to celebrate love. And don't tell me that you don't need a special day to celebrate love - because the likes who've told me this have spent the most for valentine's day already.

But just to be in the spirit, I've decided to act cheesy myself. Being cheesy works - trust me. I've got out of tough spots with my girlfriend by being delicate along with being a romantic idiot at the appropriate time. Key phrase here is Appropriate time. 

But enough of this banter - here's my first dedication to this Romantic Festivity:

No matter how cloudy be the night 

Or hardy storms the beasts of might, 

there is always comfort and solace 

within her arms embrace.

Deceit and tricks or the world in vain

longer may be the darkest lane,

With time i have learned to trust

warmth of love and patience just.

The off time hell of moody swings

along with the chaos it brings,

Is just a color or a shade

of this loving angelic maid

with all its glory, it has its downs

But on love - how can I frown?

she stands by you in pain and pleasure

among moments of joy you always treasure.

forsake the sins that I've done - Heaven on Earth I have one.