You call it madness, but I call it love

park-bench
sitting on the park bench
under the old tree, just like old times
chewing gum and reading the newspaper;

with the sun smiling down,
and as the flowers swayed in the gentle breeze,
sitting here waiting for your arrival;

laughing at the good times
crying with the bad
holding your hands until they wrinkle
we’ll sit here watching sunsets
and other lovers walking by,
always holding your hand at the end of the day
Or hugging you till you fall asleep;

wandering through the desert of life
two lost souls, only having our love to keep us  alive,
 kissing softly at sunrise, both curled under a blanket,
 you and I together, holding hands at sunset;

with the sun smiling down,
and as the flowers swayed in the gentle breeze,
the world keeps turning,
people keep moving,
and though no one notices,
I am here, waiting for your arrival;
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Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated. – Lamartine

It only takes a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone & a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone – Unknown

If you have love in your life it can make up for a great many things you lack. If you don’t have it, no matter what else there is, it’s not enough – Ann Landers

The heart has its reasons which reason knows not of. – Blaise Pascal

He is not a lover who does not love forever. – Euripides

Love makes mutes of those who habitually speak most fluently. – Madeleine de Scudery
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  1. Rupesh Popli