The Face Of Love

Normal usual day, 

Yet the nervous system 

Finally collapsed the entire scene, 

Within a minute. 

The practised lines of love, 

Only the mirror knew his hard work.

The topper felt shame that ever, 

And moreover sad and stunted, 

By the unexpected performance of his. 

Love is soft when held, 

But is hard to explain. 

No words fit in there right away!

The grades of his joined hands with love, 

And watched the show,

Hands clapped, love showed up. 

The same way how backbenchers expressed their love. 

'I'm the same, the same woman, 

Who will always slip off from the tongue, 

I'm a name hard to pronounce,

And a Queen who melts, 

On the tongues of the people. 

I live mostly in the throat, 

Of all the hidden humans. 

Rather than carried heavily in hearts. 

Hearts are cold stoned,

When held me unsaid for years. 

But the warmth of the heartbeats, 

As you hear your loved one's name, 

Gives me a kind of warmth, 

Even heaven would never have felt!