When it comes to love
We have no say, no sense of mind
There are no straight lines
No rules
No laid down guidelines
We just love
Many times without being loved in return
We can’t help it
Fools in love
Isn’t that our slogan?
We don’t think for once
We are damaged
We have no right
Slave and freeborn
Pauper and the princess
No class when it comes to the heart
It beats
Endlessly
In affection, in anguish
Loving thoughtlessly
Who knows tomorrow?
Who can tell the end of our story?
Damaged, yes.
Still, we live, we laugh….
Still we love
Effortlessly
Hello stranger,
I see you.
©Melting Heart
First!
Do you guys do that here? Oh well… I love this piece mostly because i can relate to it. you tell yourself ‘no more falling in love’ and then gbam two weeks later you are head over heels. Lovely piece
Do which guys do what here, Pervy? 🙂
The thing where people rush to be the first person to comment so they quickly type first then go and read the post
Love can be so right. So fair to you, giving you all the fulfillment you want.
Or it can be so wrong, so unfair, putting you in situations that would break the heart the hearts of onlookers.
There’s no method to love, no algorithm, no equation.
Love just is.
???❤️??❤️ Nice work, Melting
Beautifully written, Mandy. And so apt.
Hmmmmmm.
Love,
The only gift that no one knows for certain the impact it has on people.
When we love, it is love and when we hate, it is still for want of love.
My story exactly
Great post.
There’s really no class when it comes to the heart.