Aftermath of love !

If love was it,

she thought-
she won't be able to love again. 

Coz,

all the loves got drained-
in loving the lovable one.

The lovable one,

whose presence made her love-
everyone some more. 

Still love,

peaked the more-
gave her the strength. 

That strength,

which showed her the path-
let her intact.

Intactness,
which made her pious-
let her flee from the edge.

Though,

love was never hers-
she loved love some more.

Metta !!