I wanted to feel love the way I envisioned it to be.
I wanted to feel sorry for the things I failed to see,
While every season seemingly ends, a leaf falls in my own embedded tree,
Where my self resides not in mere joy but with tears for all to see.
In my inner journey also known as love,
I tried to do whatever that is almost profound,
I've successfully bitten that love struck bug,
And now, the bite has swollen like that ethereal fog.
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