Love can be so ravishing at times.
Then at times it can make you so despondent.
These are not just lines.
You might feel palpitations.
Then all of a sudden a conflagration.
It’s motley of nostalgia.
People can become fatuous.
Not very perspicacious.
Some one can become roguish and other histrionic.
Why do they blather on and, on why not just be laconic.
Love is ineffable.
But your destiny might be immutable.
Love can make you noxious.
Makes people pugnacious. .at the end it might be pestiferous, and onerous.
If you got targeted by love arrow.
It might turn out to be a fiasco.
When you reminisce about that time you might fell trepidation like a temblor broken into your heart.
There might not be anyone to kindle up your life.
Love is love what can be said?
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