49 parts Ongoing Maybe, just maybe, in a universe,
Our love will grow and not just manifest.
Maybe, there you'll be eager to know,
My poem of love, written for you in free verse.
It's not a mere thing, I'll tell you,
It's like a love, so fresh, but not new.
It's like feeling euphoric, just by an image,
It's so affectionate, even just to envisage.
It's like feeling the need for a word,
A word, stronger than 'love'.
A feeling for the world,
That holds none but us.
A misconception that it's impure and evil,
That love's just a headache provider.
I pity the souls who haven't witnessed it's purity,
Cause love is a world of fondness for someone, with your dignity.
Years of await, years of hope,
Hoping that miseries shall be no more.
And years of praying for him to be mine,
This wish aged like a fine wine.
He's so beautiful, how do I tell?
For him, in nick of time, I fell.
God really took fine years to enchant him,
With all the goodness, stars suggested to pour in.
He's got unexplainable beauty,
That I adore so much more than he'll ever see.
It's a hurting fact, that he'll never love me back,
Despite that, he's the reason love isn't crap.
Maybe he's got his definition of affection,
Which, unfortunately, isn't the same soul as this one.
Maybe, he's found his reason to live,
To whom, all of himself, he'll give.
If not then good for the love,
The love that I saved for years.
If not, then let it be this world,
Where separation from me is what he fears.
Maybe, just maybe, it's the universe,
Where our love will grow, not just manifest.
Maybe, he's actually eager to know,
My love for him, written like a free verse poem.
Tropes- Indian adaptation, grumpy x sunshine, enemies to lovers, destiny's games, school love, young love.
Began- June 14th, 2024
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