Bleeding Love

Was love born out of words written?

Has spells cast been uttered unknowingly?

Is it you who has enchanted yourself

And let love be born out of words written

Did your first line seal your fate?

Did your pen become an instrument of cupid’s game?

Did the ink of my name seep beyond the skin?

And flood the depths of your marrow?

To reach your soul?

Is it you who had enchanted yourself

And allowed love be born out of words written

Have words become the measures of night

Can each toss and turn be counted as a phrase

Has the awakening of love defeated slumber

Has restlessness broken free from your ribs

Entrapped in your skin

Has it haunted you since?

Is it you who has enchanted yourself

And allowed love to be born out of words written

Does each line rhyme with a heartbeat?

Have stray sheets become your lifeline?

Does life depend on the stretches of ink?

Do you fear to reach a full stop?

Do you fear to reach the last rhyme?

Is it you who has enchanted yourself

And allowed love to be born out of words written

Do you worship the symbols of love,

To be pardoned by these heartless phantoms?

Do you seek the favours of cupid,

To be pitied and be of those that won?

Do they guide the whispers of the heart,

To the contract entitled the princess and I?

Is it you who has enchanted yourself

And allowed love to be born out of words written

So if love was born out of words written

Surely death can reverse the spells cast

And to bury the words will only set deep roots

But the ashes of fire are the best demise!

So watch the words drown in a sea of flames

Set yourself free!

And let love perish out of these words written.

Eva

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