Sunshine spreads the field like golden leaves
We run!we run!We run!
laughter filled my soul and the person lying next to me touched my beating rythms
We are like a dream
so serene yet so sublime
I want to keep you in a photograph
So that we can never be lost in the harsh strokes of Bleeding hearts
I hope this is how we picture forever in every novels
and we dream our ideal love like this
But what love is?
A selection of moments which makes the suffering called life less painful
Love is not like a picture or ideal
It is hell & heaven equally mixed with a touch of misery in it
We all wanna be in love
But like ‘perfect’ is loosy and lousy to describe such a feeling like love
Which can hold so much powers,A universe in 4 words
Let love be beyond any phrases
Let love be infinite,free and wild..