Smita Singh Poet Blank verse

Pain

Pain is what thrives in my veins

Love is what keeps me alive

You may betray me many times

I will love you all my life

For love is what my life is made of

And heart beats are unconditional

For you my love and for them

Give me as much lies as you want

But the love I have won’t betray, me

And I am one of those fools,

Who take back hurting with open arms

Because that is my kind of love.

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Arturo Michael December 29, 2017 at 5:24 AM That is a love...Not sure if too much of that kind of love is good for you...But your heart will tell you...Nice poem to reflect on...All the best Smita Smita Singh December 29, 2017 at 6:33 AM Hi Michael, thanks for acknowledging my love. It brings tears whenever someone understands. But anyways thankyou so much for stopping by every time I post, as a friend with an ear. I know it might be not good but the limit surely my heart will tell one day.