I love you from the bottom of my heart

I live with a hope that my

Love will find its way to

You, one day

 From the moment, I met you

The wishful heart craved for you   

Bottom to top it beat the rhythm

 Of your dreams and smile

My wish is to keep them sparkling with

 Heartily promise to wipe your tears all along 

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Bridge

Between your heart and mine

The bridge is trembling as if it will rupture

Dark clouds have blinded the vision

And, I’ve lost my direction

The vibes say, I need to stay calm

Daylight will come with new ideas

When the path is clear

The journey becomes easy; I doubt it!

Night is always a dangerous ally

Is  it trustworthy? I never found so!

Beginning of the end, or a new start

To me, it’s a new lesson to grasp

Lowering my ambitions is never an option

Comes with it, serious trouble

A path to discover towards safety

Pause or move forward with grit

In the opposite side, there is a cavalry

The fiercest opponents ready to strike

Day’s so long and so humid

Occupations never keep me satisfied

That, my wish is to conquer your heart

Is there any arrow left in my armor? No!

Known paths are all blocked

As my every move is well anticipated

The brave heart in the

Children’s stories will succeed in the last

Hour, that’s fantasy! But, reality bites.

Written based on the prompt,"Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day’s occupations, That is known as the Children’s Hour" @  carryontuesdayprompt . Please visit and read others' writings. Thanks. Images thanks to Pixabay

Tribute to Khalil Gibran

Life snails through swamps of experiences

Without any control over the outcomes

Love swings in the air of suspicion, asking

Is there anyone who can feel this feeling?

Like there is nothing else vital for surviving

A scary patch of horrible misunderstanding

Trees stand tall spreading winds of new hope

Without any expectation of getting appreciation

Blossoms of roses know, it might end up in hairs

Or in the long stinky colorless dustbins of heartless

Fruit of romance is not meant for all the true lovers  

This poem is derived from the famous quote of Kahlil Gibran, “Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.”  Khalil Gibran is considered to be the third most widely read poet in history, behind Shakespeare and Lao-Tzu. I am late, but  wrote this to participate in carry on tuesday .