Marachi pens on Love

It all gets wrong and faulty...
When checks are made on who calls first, Who texts first, Who's first to declare love for each other, faults are recounted and replayed on every quarrel.
It all gets wrong...

True love counts no faults...
In quarrels, it still holds on even firmer, Mending bridges and fixing bonds..yeah!,
It flows easily...from the heart...
And longing to reach each other props up as a natural thing,
It soothes the mind, gives it peace and modifies it,
Thought of a partner makes u fall deeply in love, springing up out of the waters, unquenchable fire...
It's a mixed full of smiles, cries and laughter,
Blending in time and badging on memories...all memories, life memories.

Love cast out all fears,
It is the best word that runs magic on a troubled mind..
It just cuts deep through to the soul..
Its a pure act that shines rays on the dark, confused and depleted path,
Focus is seen as attention is corrected,
Hell yeah!!!,
It's never confusing but focused and so sure...yes, SURE!.

When it's true, U need not judges to decide. Your heart just speaks through Ur actions. Love is such a Beautiful fellow...
Don't let ugly peeps make her look scary...
If it isn't love, it isn't sweet😋.
I just love to love😊
It all get wrong when U ain't with the right fella...

My name is Marachi and I am also a poet😉😊


  1. Nice write up...useful and educating.

  2. Wow! Nice one dear BEST. Love is more easily experienced than defined. As a theological virtue, by which we love God above all things and our neighbours as ourselves for his sake, it seems remote until we encounter it enfleshed, so to say, in the life of another – in acts of kindness, generosity and self-sacrifice. Love's the one thing that can never hurt anyone, although it may cost dearly. The paradox of love is that it is supremely free yet attaches us with bonds stronger than death. It cannot be bought or sold; there is nothing it cannot face; love is life's greatest blessing.


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