I put in place

All that you’ve strewn

All over the floor.

 

I fix the things

That you innocently

Broke, tore or damaged.

 

I shut the door

So that I can work in solitude

But you must enter…

 

I sigh… I wonder…

There must be a design

To daily disturbances and infiltration.

 

Let’s not go by the mere appearances

Of your transgressions

And my consequent upset.

 

It is the play of love

To demand attention and then,

To be fulfilled in giving it.

3 thoughts on “The Play of Love”

  1. The imagery that you crafted with your glorious words was truly delightful. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them. 🙏🙂

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    1. Thank you Siddharth! I did go through your blog. Your writing is deeply heartfelt. Please continue to build a truly intimate relationship with yourself. It can be liberating for you as well as those reading what you write. My best wishes!

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