I have lost count, it seems I have written more than 2400 poetry for you. For a single mortal, for the one I love, for the one who is reluctant to accept his love but I know you love me too.

“Vivre sans aimer n’est pas proprement vivre.

To live without loving is to not really live.”

I am in love with you
Most of the time,
Even when you hurt me

I think of how we would soar
Even when you roar
And breathe fire on me

I love you,
Even when you are mad
Though it makes me sad
Not to be handled like a delicate flower…

~ Dakshi~
04/01/2016