Just This kind of love

 _Just This kind of love_

he passed by the garden to look through the patels of flowers,

he smiled at the roses and the lilies just got jeolous .

he looked at the sky and touched his heart,

he was all hers, he knew from the very start.

he walked through the lanes,

Of lonely storms.

he escaped through the solitary,

Solemn sorrows of faternal flaws.

he meant to cry,

But only,all with her.

he knew he was hers,

The days of  pain turn into pearls.

he went through his college,

And turned all around.

All girls smiled ,

But he just frowned.

Just this kind of love,

Just this kind of love.

Is what we all meant to seek,

Is what turns out to be  unique.

he entered in the class,

And looked at the proffessor.

he was keen to learn,

Poetry for fresher's .

he was all shy,

But he was so sweet.

he was so kind,

In his internal peace.

 He saw through he mirror ,

To look at him.

But the glimpse he see is,

All about her , an enchanting dream.

A light that shine,

Into his eye.

Making him feel,

Loved, so Loved.

Just this kind of love ,

Just this kind of love.

Is what we all need,

But is what we all lack.

He laughes with her,

And cries with her.

An all happy soul,

Turned out to have a vulnerable demeouner

She looked at him,

And listened to him.

Admiring his sacred, sanctity,

A rare but reluctant glory of him, till eternity.

They fell for each other,

Day by day.

The creative soul met,

The pious one that day.

The brighter lies turned,

 into restful truths.

They hid nothing,

But Their Transparent trials .

Just this kind of love ,

Just this kind of love.

Is not made up of pleasant lies,

Is not meant to turn into happy good byes.

They both first thought,

That love was delusional.

And still he dreams, 

If he has fallen for her?

she just smiles,

The pain she hides.

Saying she is in love,

Writing her feelings for him, that are never enough.

   

A fountain of affection,

Turns into trust.

The bond they share,

Become so rare, to blur.

The depth of desire,

Increases every night.

Craving for each other's touch,

Never getting just enough.

Just this kind of love,

 just this kind of love.

Is not all about dilemma,

But more about devotional delight.

The lustre of look,

And the contentment of frizzlle.

Always looks enough,

But is empty enough , for real.

The glitter of glory,

Their responsible minds.

Control their touch,

Languishing for just,

That is never enough.

He wanna walk with her,

And wanna sleep next to her.

But they both know,

That what they feel is all now thwarted. 

So he talk to her,

Daily enough.

Calling her his,

Both are in it smiling , happily handcuffed.

Just this kind of love,

Just this kind of love.

Is free enough,

Where  both always stay in this, happily ever after, 

where hearts are attached and vibes just matched.

Just this kind of love,

Just this kind of love.

Stays forever,

Finding peace in the smallest and sweetest of ways, altogether. 

Leeza