Symphony of Love

The symphony of your love
that ran through my veins,
was an intoxication
in guise of affection,

I lay paralysed,
to the same old high,
in nights when I feel
nothing,
but my own blood
rhythmically pulsating me to sleep.

I fill them,
with many other sweet poisons,
hoping to numb my senses,
only to wake up
to the same old tune of love
That ran through my veins.
Once!