Ours is a love, too tumultuous
A ship sailing through a storm
Though the intent was not malicious
High tides did the ocean form
The phase of bliss, too quick to pass,
Maybe the lack of complementarity,
Or maybe my heart is fragile like glass,
Or did we clash due to over-similarity
Twin flames they call it,
Some call it mirror souls,
Like yin and yang, a perfect fit
A magnetism with no controls
You made me see my worth
I felt a love so pure,
The most sacred bond on earth
Of that, I am very sure
Embers of the same fire,
Dust from the same star
Darling, we are bound together
Not really ever apart.
Niharika Prasad
