passion for love is like a flame of fire
that burns heart frequently when the heart suffers a lot.
like a flowing river it rise a Waves big and small inside heart.
the waves come and goe countlessly
repeatedly lash on the rocks.
all my will for love like become the passion of love to touch your innocent heart.
i am standing here on the river staring at see waves-repeatedly going back to the sea again.
©subirmitra
S