Love is to Care
and also to Bare
and sometimes to Share
it's almost a Snare...
we all are Hares
thinking from where
we'll find our Pair
and everyone Dare
to fall in this Snare
that came from Nowhere
probably its near your Lair
and ignites a bright Flair
at the beginning we Devoir
after sometime its like Despair
then you know its an Abattoir
after that its a pain flowing Reservoir
its not easy when it comes to Repair
the damaged it done to your Debonair
and this is my worst Fear
of finding my true Dear
but i am glad its only a Nightmare
with a fragrance of that Air
this is not my life's Memoir
and you know I am not a Liar
I am glad you are my Voussoir
of true friendship that Inspire
to accomplish my Desire
of true happiness not Impair
- Harry -
This poem is dedicated to my friends and foes and brothers and sisters... I hope you all have a great Valentine's Day with your loved ones...
