It was not love
The spring went and it went too
Like the rose it wilted too soon
It was not love
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It was not love It was like the wine An elixir for the lips Poison for the soul.........
Swimming in a sea of sadness yet sweeter than sugar is this poem. Only Nosheen could pen something so sad and yet so sweet. Wow!
It's really painful. Creeping in the guise of sublime love, when something vicious and wily benumbs our sensibilities and takes over our existence. Feelings expressed beautifully. Thanks. An elixir for the lips / Poison for the soul /....It was not love / It cuffed our hands / It clipped our feathers / It made us cry.
'An elixir for the lips' It was not love but merely infatuation. Well written