True Love

The unsaid words of Maleficient :

 

 

 

Deep as an ocean

Strong as a notion

Delicate as a flower

But hard to uncover

 

Is it just a feeling?

Or a point without meaning

Adolescent are still in a dilema,

With the stage set for the drama

 

It is very much true,

And as much false too..

Where the hell is it born?

Which we see at every dawn

 

Is it a bond or a relation?

Or is it just a statement of fashion

To be attracted to one another

Without even a reason to gather

 

The mind and heart

Always work apart

To take an action

or avert any reaction

  

Here to soothe

But misguided of its route

In search of its true form

We are waiting for true love to be born.

 

 

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