Hope For Heart's

By Aashi Purohit

Then there was you,

 who had fallen for the idea of love;

more than you had fallen for me, who loved you.

Loved your silly laugh and the way

 your eyes twinkled better than any star,

Your ridiculous humor and our preposterous banters.

I wish I could blame you, but I cannot,

Love is the most dangerous magic, after all.

Which is why those who have chosen to fall into

 the treacherous depths of love and 

never wish to escape the terrors it may hold but embrace them

I am ever so grateful;

Because it is you who gives me hope that 

our world is alive, feeling, and brave.

By Aashi Purohit