Poems 11. LOVE

11. LOVE

It is nowhere to be touched,
But it is in someplace mystic,
Only to be felt.
Change it comes with,
One’s environment is no more the same,
Thoughts are plundered,
Focus is diminished,
Attention is to one person,
That that that breaks your beat,
To swing you like crazy,
Centre forward back forth,
Only to be confused.

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