We walked hands entwined on a Valentine summery day,
Another sun had risen to mark our escapades,
The time seemed right, though the waters gleamed of yesterday’s light,
It is what it is when the sun hides behind darkened skies.
.
It was then you asked me,
If I believed in love,
and I said,
Not an emotion have I pictured in my mind since the day I met you,
Such as the one known as ‘love’
It sprung in me a turmoil, one of indecision, one of expectation, and a longing,
I learned what yearning meant to me,
I learned that happiness is what it should entail.
.
Yes, I do believe in love,
I do so believe that love is an addiction.
-shobana-
SIMPLY SHOBANA 
Maybe an obsession!
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I think that would have been a better word. Thank you:)
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🙂
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So hopeful, beautiful, an passionate. Love can be everything and nothing. It’s so amazing. 🙂
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Yes, it is my dear Terveen.
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A lovely take on love as an addiction! Yes, it really is. Well penned, Shobana, as always!
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Thank you, KK.
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Oh sweetness, what a great piece… the words, the pictures they create, and the powerful memorable ending: I do so believe that love is an addiction. I am amazed, dear Shobana. 😍
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Thanks so much, Lamittan. I am amazed myself, haha.
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It’s a lovely one indeed. Feel most welcome, my friend.
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A beautiful write, Shobana. It’s interesting to think about love as an addiction. Something I’ve not considered before, yet can see how that may manifest.
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I thought it an addiction considering how one tends to only have thoughts on love, haha.
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I love the concept. Hehe. ☺️
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