way to my Love

It becomes too tough sometimes

to see your way to me.

Too much glitz in heart,

to have you back.

I just started believing in the love quote:

"If love comes back to you, it's yours;

and if it doesn't, it never was."

That leftover fondness,

long back scattered and shattered,

has bound again.

Oh! I can't believe

how much I want to see you every time.

In the clear skies,

and also in the mists,

I am seeing the parallel world

where only "we" exist.

I beheld the charm in your eyes—

still the same,

like that persisting moon.

My heart towards you

has started beating in the same tune.

I don't know about

the next chapter of our story,

but I definitely know

the oneness of this glory.

I want to unfold my words now to you,

to be there in this tune with me.

Yes, I want you also

to dwell in this song of love with me.                                                                                 

   ~Poetessworld62