An ode to love...

A lot has been written,of love
A lot more will find the pen
Many a dream drowned to death
Though some managed the shore
Some turned martyrs,some saints
Most of them,once in a while,bred poetry
Some turned songs,others filling up the bin
And here I am,one fool,lacking words.

Butterflies aren't there,no violins playing
Life is king-size,only in advertised signages
Dreams are better,being dreams
So,walking with her is my reality
A kiss to sleep,one more to good morning
I am no Romeo,she isn't Juliet either
We live,not mere pages of literature
Not just a dream,but,in love.....