When souls reunite.❤

Nights were vulnerable.
But
It's beauty lay in the remembrance
Of the lost.
And
Of the acquired.

And I;
was the mystery,
All tried to unpuzzle.

The beauty,
failed because of lack of
the self illumination.

Meanwhile,
The lost and the acquired
Had Bouts.
But neither of them,
Won,
ever.
It was always a Draw.

The lost and the acquired,
Had halves of her mystery,
But none could solve it.

That's the thing about Love,
And affection.
Your soul craves so much for it
You fake.
And you fake
Until you perceive the attention
And love
You crave for.
Your soul deserves.

Afterall,
Doesn't being original cost everything
These days?
And you'd swear by the odds,
To be yourself always.
Ah! Ironically chosen,
Indeed.