'Debt to Pleasure' Thrd7

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

(By William Shakespeare)

Love

One word that I always found worthless, lame and wastage of time.. One word that had no significance in my life..

One word I had no believe over,

And the only word that overpowered my entire being, against my will, without my accord.

Hatred

This is what I have; this is what I am capable of giving.

Then why my hearts beats faster at her mere sight?

Why my hands itch to touch her?

Why her small hurt, offends me?

Why I can't see tears in her eyes?

Why I can't stop loving her?

Why??????????????

Maybe, you have no control over heart.

Maybe, there is no ration or reason, when it comes to love.

Maybe, something have already been planned by our destiny.

If love is accompanied by pleasure, then what is this agony, this pain, this helplessness? Maybe, this is debt to pleasure.

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