Love is speed running
Along the field across
barriers
The joy of the chase
The smell of conquests
Everything is new
Nothing is old and
dated
Every aroma smells
different
Love colours it
beautifully
Everything on the go
There is no time to
ponder
Once it is hooked
Love is speed running
No bad chains
Every gesture an
entrapment
Of the eyes and mind
Once it is hooked
nothing can change
When the finish line is
reached
Will it last beyond the
speed running?
Will it go to the
distance of a marathon?
The love just dies a
new one takes over?
Love is speed running
The feel of joy and
conquests
Once it is over will it
stretch on?
Nobody can say
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