Loving You Isn'T Easy Poem by Vandana Pant

Love is source of joy for some,
to some it means getting hurt.
While few consider it their purpose of life,
yet others just mock and blurt.

But to me it has been a blessing,
and a bane it has been too.
Cause, though it delights and cheers me,
but tears come to my eyes when missing you.

Without you I'm gloomy and lonesome,
hunger and sleep have died.
Laughing seems to be an affair of past,
this pain, no longer, I can hide.

Though you've gone only for a few days,
a hundred days or more seems likely.
I'm sorely missing your voice and smile,
and holding your hand in mine tightly.

Your love and care give me strength
to face this world with head held high
cause I'm not sorry for loving you
for your sake I would gladly die

Watching solitary moon on the velvet sky,
casting a silvery light on the earth beneath,
blazes a desire to reach out for you,
and never let go of you till I breathe.