Un-Forbidden Misery

Love's nothing more than an hoaxed pleasure of uncertain ecstasy that has...
people lost in its... succulent-ly ambivalent-vibes.
It's no wonder to say, people lavished their whole life just in a search of love but hardly the ones do ev'r find what's merely endowed on earth.

"Man met Women;
two strangers turned to friends
friendship hooked up with companionship
but poor love hung in 'twix the fancy of one-trend -
the trend that has its own colors;
own virtue to be shown,
& when one dared to get merged in its hues,
he's beauteously gone."

Love sounds like a crossword of news-paper hardly solved by ones. It's superfluously an atrophy -
a complete squander ofdeteriorate time making people aware ofthings being existed right xross
the vicinity - somewhere in the meanderingsof delusive world, cos the matter of love, to people it's such a... rapture of unholy jouissance...

               ...bewitched by holographic implications of sinister heart.

The heart has people dematerialized or unsoundly
astrayed somewhere xcross the skirts (circumstances/parameters) of infatuation
or may be, somewhere in the mania of manic obsession, dramatically..
obsessed with lust, so it's no wonder saying that...

"Love wrings people 'pon the roof - a dust - of ecstasy
.. to have spirit met its destiny,
however, emotionalism overcomes sincerity...,
& innocence gone lost deepest in the womb - a grave -
one funeral of un-forbidden misery...

... either you love someone with faith
or with highly benevolent cups of sugary lies,
love'll be love just like people'll be people,
no matter how devoted you sound to its capriciously uncertain vibes."