Game Of Love Poem by Jay P Narain

When I meet someone in my quest of love,
Little chats and conversations overshadow my heart's loneliness,
The smiles and laughter wipes away my hidden pain and tears,
I want to convey my love with a hug and kisses and forget my lingering woes.
But then I wonder, is it the true love?

Would not I like to touch her heart,
before I would force her to hold my hands,
Would not I love to see the pleasure in her eyes of uniting hearts,
before my lips would try to get involve into a passionate kiss,
Would not it be nice if she would give herself in loving submission,
before I would like to hold her in my arms.
That would be a real love, a love which would last for ever.

In the game of love, the complex strategies don't work,
the broken physical love may bring the feeling of guilt of hurting someone,
the real love may be shunned, ditched, or betrayed many times,
but it will rise from ashes like a phoenix when a real lover makes her call.