Love ~not an exaggeration
Darling, I have already told you this million times
Your compassion is crux of my all poetic rhymes
When your brisky breath befriends my blemishes
and fingers fixes fate lines with permutated promises
As you sing serenades to often solace my silent scars
I see the welkin whispering nupital notes along stars
And the heaven hurriedly hovering to heal all abrasion
My heart races a thousand beats to compose the confession
I etch all emotions about how it took me a forever to find you..
Alas! I still wonder how the world called love an exaggerated virtue...