It hits you head-on,
Cupid's arrow never misses,
Blindly you follow your heart,
Like a man devoid of reason,
Love is blind many would say,
But actually love is sightful,
But what drives it, to the naked eye,
is nothing to be talked about,
So sharp is the inner eye,
it sees beyond the realm of the natural.
Eyes glowing radiatly,
Heart thumping rhythmically,
Hands feeling the succulence,
Souls knitted so tranquil,
Nothing matters to the lovebirds,
But the beauty of the golden moment,
Love is beautiful.
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