PHTo every words we utter
with genuine thoughts,
and scorns the rhyming
pasttimes of this
simple amorists,
to that dulcet sound
we hear from the mouth
of a poetic stranger ,
We often deluge by a love
we've been wanting since then,
maundering the idea
of being inlove ,
By choosing to kept on resiling
for this only
gives us some never ending pain,
'Coz they say love is just quixotic thing,
a mere illusions like in fairy tales ,
But in evey love story
we still believed
there is always a kismet
which often leads you
to the right one.
~Professora Akira~
with genuine thoughts,
and scorns the rhyming
pasttimes of this
simple amorists,
to that dulcet sound
we hear from the mouth
of a poetic stranger ,
We often deluge by a love
we've been wanting since then,
maundering the idea
of being inlove ,
By choosing to kept on resiling
for this only
gives us some never ending pain,
'Coz they say love is just quixotic thing,
a mere illusions like in fairy tales ,
But in evey love story
we still believed
there is always a kismet
which often leads you
to the right one.
~Professora Akira~
