Why ...
Without you,
I am dying every moment.
Without heart beat,
I am living this life.
Without brain,
I am thinking about you,
Without a reason,
I am smiling.
Without a rain,
I am fully drenched.
Without a pulse,
My blood is rushing.
Without your love,
I am in love with you !
Nice, you have described the passion that comes with love very well. All those little things that seem to happen when people are in love. I like the aura of intensity that the poem gives off.-
ReplyDeleteMadhumakhi