True Love Waits

Gifted with a pulsating open heart I could not help but be attracted to love Love, who, by crooked ways, brought to me a jolt So much that to live again, I became brave Love radiated innocence, sweetly Love seemed to be made of the divine, Love showed me the meaning of misery Love showed me that one should never love blind Love, enraptured by mundane gains, broke my soul Love, selfish and arrogant, repulsed me So much that now, I have around me, a wall A wall which allows me to write poetry Poetry, elevating and soothing, Poetry, healing and rejuvenating! But then, the lover's heart is open and warm So much that by itself, patience settles in Wanting to keep myself safe from any harm I indulged not in evil and sin Why, being a sentimental fool I knew that love would mend its ways, turn around And realize that like me, it hates our fall Yes, love wishes to stand, with me, there, where it abounds I was breathless when love came back to me It is said that such happens only in books But love came back and gave me more poetry Love came back and grabbed me in its hooks True Love waits, true love sits, calm and composed Yearning yes, but celebrating its own cause!