Love

Its the staggering of the sound,
When lips move but no voice is found.
It's the wobbling of the knees,
The shiver,when did it cease.
It's the chill running down the spine,
The warmth that spreads,making everything fine.
It's the nerve racking lock of gaze,
Passing of days in blurry haze.
It's something that's beyond, something that's above....
Something that can kill but also revive a dead soul... Is this innocent love..

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Funny how love can do some much and still be referred as innocent, isn't it?

[Mikku]

Very true...