Love's Facets

By Syona Rajput

If love had eyes,

it would catch sights in small acts. Then testify itself, rare.

Why catch it by daze or fright,

And risk broken heart attacks,

By pretending it is not there?

Its consequences, it mystifies.

Fall and break, or fall and land? Wether gazes, or just stares?

Nevertheless, it promises sights. Either gold or blac If not an illusion, never red or crystal clear

By Syona Rajput