Love   Miss me with that, it isn’t the river flowing with honey. It’s just the hot and cold spring.   It’s not the Zee world you saw, it’s truly a sea you must swim through.   Or is not love?   It was meant to be easy, true and truthful. Without bile and shame. Without remorse; no fear of it fading.   Or so you think? Perhaps, it wasn’t love that got you weary. Perhaps, it was your imagination. The world you want – that can only be built using words.   Love? Surely, it’s beyond L O V E (mere letters/words)