The Back of Love 


Rose coloured glasses 

A lover inducing fever

Butterflies, dying everyday 

All these, I encountered at the back of love

Clay, remolded at every chance

Anticipation, a string necklace ripped off

Pulling oceans from beyond the horizon

All these, I encountered at the back of love

The back of love

Obstacle ridden

Buoys one day, land mines on another 

All that I’ve known, is the back of love

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