Never been an
insomniac,
but that night was odd.
Woke up from my bed,
Been awake
for the past few hours,
Sat down at my
table,
With a pen and paper
right in front,
That elation to
write,
The poet all set
to deliver.
But what to write
on?
Maybe a story untold ?
And as I started,
I saw the words
rhyme,
The lines syllabled
beautifully.
I wrote on love, but
"in love" never popped.
In less than an
hour, there was a poet.
One among the
million who defined love
Love - to give and
live selflessly.
Aww...thats soo cyutteeee
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