Love is an Art

Love itself is abstractly beautiful and awful

It is either serendipity or a feeling of regret

Love bears the hideous mask of sins and faults

And unravel one's excrescence and flaws

Love isn't only about falling for someone's eyes

After you have met his/her face for the first time

Love, love is painting a canvas of you and all your enigmatic idiosyncrasies

That even the oxygen of your soul is anatomized majestically

Love, love is about waking up in the morning,

Making coffees and pancakes,

As you feel like in nirvana with the one you cherish dearly

Love, love is about dancing on air happily,

As if your moments together are played on repetition

Love, love is the composed song of his words

And the beat of your pumping heart

Love, love is when you've come to realize

That home could actually be a person and not a place

Love, love is how words never elucidate the vastness of your adoration

That even the fragments of metaphor used will never justify your emotions

So, love.

And do not be frightened if it will wrench your whole fiber into pieces

Because that's what love is,

Abruptly filled with ligatures of exaggerated

Ecstasy and melancholia

So love.

Love until you ran out of breath

And cry graciously while your heart is sinking at the bathroom floor

Because love is never perfect,

And art has never been perfectly perceived

Love itself is art,

And the two would who are meant to love each other are the foundations of it.

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