Art??
A heart that embraced the touch of love was only imprinted with hands that lusted over love, Played along, smiled, Since it became a game to her, Chosed the players along As she liked the game, But not the players obviously, To pretend to be in the game of love, By blindfolding her heart, behind the walls, the desires Overtook the innocence As visitors of lovely art at museums the art that was touched, Never understood, Left as mystery that was questionable Unless to the artist... no one solved the art of love, Even the art... -Keerthi Thirunavukkarasu