O! You Old Tricky Love!

 The habit of love, O! You tricky love…
Gives peace and then takes away the peace…
Eyes never close… and even if… take away your sleep…
Does magic on desires…
Day passes in his shadow… and night passes in his arms…
And when she is gone… you can still feel colour of her smell… in your arms
O! What this colour of love is… why it make us look like someone from another world.
Why are we making ourselves… crazy!
O! You!! Read from my eyes or listen to my lips…when heart is gone… never comes back.
Love…just a four letters word… but why so many punishments…
O! You old tricky love!