Her love was an ocean,
serene, gushing, trembling, rushing,
Her love was incapable
of sensing wrong from right,
Her love was uncanny
unconditional, her heart open to uncompensable smites,
Her love was laughter in those drastic storms,
Her love was lusting for understanding deep and warm,
Her love was compassion, endless chances
to righten wrong ,
Her love was the very poison,
that squelched her & cornered her into abjection.
And yet, when all failed her,
and she ameliorated from the overwhelming clamor,
Her love sustained & renewed her soul’s armour.
Her love which sought to go directions , all went,
now is seeking ways to make amends,
coming back to what was once empty,
Rustling inside her , like a spring of hustling confetti.