The Valley Of Emotions

It's Like Love

This happens to many, agnized by few.

Tis the heart that culminates the rest.

When your ship of feelings happens to curve,

Right you are, I guess it's love!

What is what, what it feels like?

Whilst your head travels through the aisle of passion hiked.

Wandering that road you realize,

That you were meant to be loved,

As the souls comprised.

Is it a pincered guile; A hoax?

That clowned my heart furlong.

Or is it a sunken emotion?

Baffled by the thought indeed I am.

This feel, is parallel to heart's hum,

And this feel, I want to forever hove.

In that columbine ship like a dove,

Oh Lord! Help me!

I guess it's love.

Is she just a being? No.

She is the symphony of my existence.

Who has miraculously crafted her spell,

From which I am healed.

To see the world I dreamt of,

The world of you and me

While fighting for the one priceless possession,

I miss the count of rationalization.

There is where I lag,

To think clearly without a tag.

If I not wake up from this blunder,

I may end up facing thunder,

Which is charged of galore volts,

And it may mislead me from my goal.

Unaware of the place to rest my pain,

That has sufficed me from you.

But my intuition converses like:

'The day will arrive, oh yes it will.

Because I believe in what's love,

And a belief that you shall be mine.'