To love her means to sacrifice,to convert the mine into ours,
To find the beauty even in her scars,
To be with her like the sky is with the stars,
To love her is to share her silent screams so that she can open herself up and rejoice the beauty of life,
To love her is to enjoy the dark with her when she sees no light,
To be the string if she’s the kite,so that she can have a flight ,
Away from the menacles of all the agony and the fright.
To love her is to let her feel that you are near even when you are far,
As when hearts are connected,the network isn’t a bar.
To love her means to set her free from the prison, surrounded by judgements ,excuses and reason.
To hold her hand tight when she is left alone by everyone,
To love her is to give her space more than the light,
As to Love her is to be her sky more than her sun.
Can anyone love her like this? If yes then she’s going to have the heaven’s bliss!!
But what if it is a fiction? Well I guess love is too unpredictable for landing at any conviction.
So don’t give birth to any expectations if you want to save yourself from the affliction.
All the best wishes your way…