Redefining our Love

You asked me to define our love, Love!
And here I am, penning down my answers
Surrendering to you, like I always do!
Do you notice our cloth racks at times?
Sometimes, we forget where your clothes end and begins mine
Our love, to me, is like those messy rack of clothes
And I am unable to know where You end and begin I
Our love is also like the month of October
Where we forget whether it’s still Summer or Winter’s time
At times, our love is like that child’s play
When he forget the reality and lose the track of time
I hope it suffices your need of all the answers
If not, I’ll accept this poem as my biggest Crime.

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