I was a Marauder of Love

A few verses on love

I was a marauder of love, I’m now love’s prisoner. I had the butterfly of happiness for a guest, I’m now exiled by happiness.

Oh my definition of love! How I’d dream of building imaginary heavens with you. The fragrance of your form would linger in my mind long after you left.

One glance from those doe-eyes, And it began to rain love in my heart. And the world suddenly seemed a better place to live in.

I never wanted to kiss you, I never sought to take it further. All I wanted was to keep you on a pedestal and worship you. And you wouldn’t even do me that honour.

I didn’t want your love, I wanted you.

I broke down all the walls I had built around my heart to welcome you. And you built more fences around you.

In response to your ambition for a better life, you martyred my love.

Your every word has become a sentence for me. Your every act has become an execution for me. Your every smile has become a tear for me.

Oh cruel life! Why do you give me a choice between dying and crying!

Now, After all the tears have dried, And after quenching my heart’s thirst, I now see the purpose of love.

The purpose of love is to make one a better person, To fortify one’s heart against the caprices of life, To make one unstable, and then find us our stability.

After all, To hope, to love, to break one’s heart, to cry, to hope again, and to love again is the greatest achievement of man.

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