Curses from Love


I have this curse from Love that whenever
I might see her face I would fall again
In hapless love, each and every time.
Often I close my eyes to block the scene
Imposing some rubbish thoughts on my mind
But still the contour of her pretty face
Keeps shining through and before I would have
Twice blinked I find my eyes are closed no more.
I have this curse from Love that if ever
She comes close the air would smell like her
And then my rapid breaths would cease to flow
Fearing that a bit of her would be gone.
I have this curse from Love that no matter
How much I love her, I could never say.

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