Just another tale ✍️✍️

At times my thought holds me back, Tuning to days of bruises and pains in stack, Against all odds it took me to this happy pack, But still at times my heart takes me back. Back to the golden days of love, When my emotions fluttered like a free dove, Loving you was my only job, My eyes still search for that love. Call me a lunatic or a poet, I can be your sonnet or your duet, Just give me a chance to date, Rest of the story will be scripted by fate.