Luv Hurts

My luv is too big for me to care about

but its too small for u to think about…



Thou my nights r colorful wit Ur dreams

still my days mourn in ur absence.



Even in a strand of Ur hair, I see my luv

but u glimpse my luv as a strand of hair…



Ur words are octets and Ur silence is my sonnet.

still it portrays only elegiacs



U mean so much & I care dat much

nothing I expect, & am set aback

better I watch u from there

so far yet so near…



Not all gestures of love

strokes of ur lash will do

i’ll be fulfilled



Wen I think of luv, I think of U

both hurt me,

Luv hurts me wit U,

and U hurt me witout luv