Moonlit Love and Pain

 

Every time your little things hurt me, they cut so deep,  

But somehow, they make me smile, even when I weep.  

In the quiet of the night, our voices rise and fall,  

Clashing over views, yet we answer each other’s call.  


We're from different worlds, where the skies don’t align,  

But still, in your universe, I find something divine.  

Even when the pain lingers, and I’m torn apart,  

There’s something in me that clings to you, something in my heart.  


The moon in the sky, with its craters so wide,  

Carries its scars with grace, with nothing to hide.  

Its light, though imperfect, still brightens the night,  

Making the darkness fade, making everything right.  


Just like the moon, with its blemishes and flaws,  

Our love holds beauty, even in its cause.  

For the hurt we share, the tears that we cry,  

Are part of the reason I can’t say goodbye.  


Our love isn’t perfect, it’s scarred and it’s torn,  

But in its brokenness, something beautiful is born.  

Just as the moon is never complete without its night,  

Our love’s imperfection is what makes it right.  


I love you, with a love that’s deep as the sea,  

I love you, despite the pain you bring to me.  

I love you, in ways words fail to express,  

I love you, Rosogolla, for all that you bless.  


To the moon and back, my love for you will soar,  

Through every storm, every battle, every war.  

For in our pain, there’s a beauty I can’t let go,  

A love that’s eternal, even when the tears flow.  


So here I stand, beneath the moon’s tender glow,  

Confessing a love that only seems to grow.  

For I love you, with all the flaws we bear,  

I love you, Rosogolla, beyond all compare.


© NILOY SHOUVIC ROY

Comments

  1. TribeniAugust 13, 2024 at 12:32 PM

    Nil sorry for everything but please don't go anywhere I can't live without my Nil. I love my Nil so much.

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