The Worth of Love
Love hurts
I won’t tell you otherwise
it would then be a lie
a darkness so profound
an animal so notorious
fracturing our very soul with it’s transgressions
like an addiction on speed for those who dare
choosing the ones worthy of its name
a flawed proposition with loopholes cunningly concealed
behind what we assume as perfection
We fail perhaps to see what truly lies within
our only crime being who we are
a mass of flesh and blood vulnerable in its entirety
glorified by love itself and shattered by it’s ultimate truth
life bewilders us when we least imagine
the pain even greater than it could be
expectations zero to none
does it then turn out to be an experience inconceivable
and when at the very end of the tunnel
we look back and wonder whether all of it was worth it
Love smiles benevolent and whispers
You are worthy if You only believe!
Copyright © Mrittika Ghosh | Year Posted 2017
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