Just like a seed buried for a long time,
Fighting and pushing out obstacles to germinate.
Or like a fetus in the womb,
kicking the mother and waiting to show its face.
Same is this feeling,
ones in shackles and buried by me,
fighting to set itself free.
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I know this feeling,
I am certain it is the same feeling,
that feeling of total surrender,
the feeling of being complete and safe and still empty at times,
that feeling that everyone wants and admires.
That feeling that is termed LOVE.
My whole senses recognized this feeling,
It was like my senses were on auto-alert,
Excited like a suckling baby.
why won't it be?, when I was ones married to it.
It is suppose to be a happy feeling,
But No something is tampering with it.
I want to let those shackles free,
I want to enjoy the full package of this feeling.
But then this is how it all started before,
how it ones begged me to let it in,
only to show me a blink of its sweetness then let me wallow in false hope.
Still here I am putting the shackles off,
and accepting its request.
I feel am being compelled but I don't mind.
I want this feeling even if it is for a short while.
I am ready to try again,
I am ready to get re-married to it. This time around I know my story will change,
I know my fantasies will become reality.
The summary of this Poem is Always give love another chance.
I still remain your lovely friend 
