My love for you is not a fake,
it might be not a chocolate cake.
Though it’s still very much raw,
& we have our own flaw(s).
But every bond goes through turmoil,
& we may prevent it with foil.
My demeanor might be little bitter & gall,
but I get you, even when you say nothing at all.
There might not be a single clue,
but my love is only you.
I love you!
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by Blogadda.



