Love Is a Nest of a Bird and Bug
Inside the nest of love
Two chambers tucked together
Side by side allowed to live
Two opposite creatures
In one, a bird of delight
And a bug on the other
On its golden wings
The bird takes a soaring flight
After meeting the fancy stars
Brings some azure delight
For lovers on her diamond beak
On the other hand
Nowhere goes the bug
Sits tight at the corner of its camber
And waits covertly to suck blood
But lovers never know
Whether they are bitten by the bug
As they remain under its strong anaesthesia
Till enough blood is left in their heart.
In some rare cases
The nest morphed into a bud
Instead of blood
With the rays of purity
A few drops of dew is needed
To make it bloom
Into a flower
And it's anybody’s guess
How great is the grace
Of love!
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