The Path To Love.

Sometimes it starts slowly, 

Then it progresses Steadily,

It surges up, or dries off with time,

Love doesn't have a particular path.

Other times it happens swiftly,

Sweeping you off your feet unknowingly,

It seizes your breath and hold your pulse,

Then it crashes or deepens further more.

Few times it happens accidentally,

Out of the blues surprisingly,

You still doubt its genuinty,

Then it flounders or moves progressively.

Love happens to us differently,

No template suit all perfectly,

Sometimes in the weirdest of places,

We can’t choose our love fate.

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