… It’s Easy…

​I saw something.

Pecky heart with holes. 

The lost, the black, 

On the most beautiful colour, 

Red it was. 

The warned but oh! Love. 


That it’s such a compliment,

To be in love, 

Not that “falls”,

But love is something, 

Which makes you “rise”.

Caution is this, right?

That few decrypt,

And few not.

Love is a feeling, necessary, 

With no perfect definition,

It ain’t no decimation.

It’s the beauty 

Which leads one to “eternal”,

It makes you grow. 

It’s selfless, it’s beautiful.

The pecky heart with black 

Is not love,

The red with white dots

Is what love is about.



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