Whirlpool called love

Nature’s majesty seen from a distance
Belies the dangers lurking beneath
Even the experienced explorer
Lulled by the calm
Falls victim and pay with his life
I, a mere ameature
Unable to fathom the deep abyss
Of your heart
Forever doomed to be trapped
In this whirlpool
Called love

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers. View all posts by pranabaxom

2 thoughts on “Whirlpool called love”

ashenthoughts says:

April 24, 2019 at 6:03 am

Reminds me of the things words we never could say, the glances that stole our hearts, the falls, the want and need to know each other and to touch. The protection of my heart that he held so dear. Our hearts will never be the same but one.

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1. pranabaxom says:
  
  April 24, 2019 at 8:17 am
  
  Thanks for your lovely comments.
  
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