That Thing Called ‘Love’

Of broken hearts, and colourful confetti;

Of loneliness, and love songs;

Of drunken tears, and sparkling laughter;

Of being lost in the moment,

Or dreaming of the happily ever after.

Of final goodbyes, and chance encounters;

Of comfort food, and the Sunday brunch;

Of tear stained clothes, and the lovely red dress;

Of being in company with the memories,

Or living one with every caress.

Of swallowed sobs, and tinkling wine glasses:

Of long lonely nights, and the morning after;

Of the stopped clock, and the elapsing time;

Of being someone’s lost love,

Or their present Valentine.


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