We should all dream….
My love…
My dreams…
Soothing herbal scents…
Mixed with sweet mind mending essences…
Can’t comprehend these scented blessings…
Can’t help but trespass passed this messing…
Messages claim we cannot be this way…
Shunned away by the hear and dear say..
“You don’t belong with him”
Unwanted Ms. and Mr. mix…
“Nix this miss”
“True love is more than just this”
“Ms. Sweetness…You deserve sweeter than sin.”
The allure of love has cost us so much…
Loss of all those around and above…
For we feel faith has forsaken us…
As is what was once so sweet has soured…
Where lovers meet to be we now quarrel…
Over the little stuff…
Stuck in the rut of never ending…
Buss…
Hands hold onto trust…
As I gaze into your eyes…
I see the worries…
The strife…
My love…
Your sweetness is enough…
Meeta meri…
Merry Marry…
Love crosses all barriers…
Brought on by societies…
Jaan meri…