Poetry, Write Ups

Overrated

Maybe love isn’t always about eyes,

Maybe sometimes , it’s in the wind
gently playing with your locks

Or sometimes , the river glowing like
millions of diamonds under sunlight

Or sometimes , a child smiling and
waving at you from the other side of
road

Or sometimes , those fingers oh so
silently brushing against yours

Maybe love has never really been
just about the eyes .

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