Timeless Ache
Love is like the feathered yearns,
Warm silky in exposed churns,
Beastly joy with pain to clutch,
Hot thrills within the yielded touch;
Still we learn true love is vain,
Reckless mind in fear of pain,
Exposed dreams as real heart burn;
Dig or bury satiated fun?
There is pain with no true love...?
For we seek desire with lust.
Copyright © Jai Garg | Year Posted 2010
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