Slightly Obsessive

I am alone and not even shadow of love is present. Bleeding heart yearns for love. A special kind of love I desire which will be priceless and will remain eternal till the end. Then I think that is love really eternal as it depends on the understanding of both about how things ahead will be. Beauty of life is in love and beauty of love is when both love with unending passion, which is also slightly obsessive.

poem by Rohit Sapra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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