Priya Radhakannan

To My Crazy Infatuation - Poem by Priya Radhakannan

If time the flying machine is hurrying
Be patient and show no regrets.
For, we were playing hide and seek.
What love means to you is nothing more than a word to me.
I still dread the tangle of commitment.
If it's merely an urge it will rot with the moment.
If it's true, it will blossom and survive the gales of time,
Without the tangles of commitment.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 26, 2013

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