Love is like a trap, and as the only game without professionals.

Tiny like like vain,
With secrets hidden within,
Networked like contours,
luring someone’s ayes,
But the truth within,
Is like a trap!

Open hearted with love,
Loneliness at bay,
The second inner thing,
Deemed unwise,
Till the trap does duty.

Eyes gets a sight,
Reality becomes alive,
With a desperate move,
To undo the trap.

Emotion is like a tide,
It comes and fades,
But memory stays put.

Love is a game,
The wise can’t play.

Love life, that is its name.

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  • Martin Kloess on Aug 2, 2012

    Thank you for sharing.

  • elee on Aug 3, 2012

    great article thanks: elee

  • drabiakhan on Aug 3, 2012

    nice share. thanks!

  • gaby7 on Aug 10, 2012

    A well written poem here Waf!

  • elee on Sep 6, 2012

    brilliant display of knowledge Thanks for sharing. :)

  • gaby7 on Sep 14, 2012

    A revist! Thanks!

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