standing in the courtroom, against the feeling of love, i was building castle of clouds, as i could hear the crowd.
i was just another victim, seeking adjudication.
love was smiling as if cherishing the moment i was subtle likes of torment.
the judge came,heeded and announced; love was the requisitor to all those novice inquisitor failing my indefinite claim
he was free again to deceive, slaying the expectations.
he is brutish divine, disguised under the fine. cozening is his aim, ideal at playing mind's game.
i might sound a little weird but this fight between us is still on. we stab each other and remain the best enemies. thats how i stand obdurate with a stony heart in this field.