The Poesia Meeee!!! PART 3

This poem was meant to be written, idk if I can call it a poem, since it doesn't rhyme for the most part. But why I say that- IT WAS MEANT TO BE, is because tragically the internet stopped working. And I had nothing to do. The germ of the idea of writing was there in the back of my head but it was highly unexpected of it to work only when I was idle. (and what is surprising is, is that the internet started working immediately after i typed in the last letter) Riveting indeed!

Titleeeee: I don’t know what it is about love

I don’t know what it is about love that makes the person you love, seem the most beautiful in the world

I don’t know why it is rooted deep down in each one of us to crave love from the beloved

They seem unreal and contradict the idea of flawed

They are perfect until….they are not

But I don’t know what it is about love that makes us only want them

It’s as if only they fit the missing puzzle

They are the piece that complete you

They get you, you get them

At last a person who loves you, knows the idea behind your existence if you don’t

And would love you even if you won't

The Poet- 18 August (the credit goes to this serene day!)