Puppy Love Vs True Love

Once love, or rather, that which I thought was love Swept me over And had me racing up on a highway I raced up and up Till I reached the top most part of a summit Only to fall Back down Broken into pieces With deep scars And loose bolts And, to my horror, Realized that I had lost a part of me A part which I needed most To fit in society To cater for myself And to tend to life as well! Why, at that time, I had been running after looks After the impulses of desires And I had wanted To fill up an empty space in my heart Void and vacant, it had hurt so much! Pray, now that I've matured And now that I can claim to know love Love which is so sweet That it makes me smile at all times Love which is so melting That it has become not only my fort But also my support My strength My cause And of course, my sole purpose in life Love, have I come to know Love, runs not after that which is transient Love, when it is genuine and mature Caters for the blooming of both the lover and the beloved Love allows space, makes dreams come true And even gives way to opportunities Love, of such kind, I have grown addicted to For love, of such kind, allows me to retain my individuality Respects me and has been steadily sewing up That which has been torn in me Pray, puppy love is just for social acceptance Puppy love is just for a show off To seem glamourous And to make others envious But love, true and genuine Remains discrete But reveals itself, bared, naked, disrobed and flaming In between closed walls! Yes, love, when made of maturity Remains as a shadow But becomes the main propelling force!