If love were a tenacious cord, I would cling to it with unwavering conviction.
If love were a vast oceanic expanse, I would diligently seek a precious gem to adorn myself. But if love were a draconian edict, I would eschew its oppressive yoke.
If love attempts to circumscribe my essence, I would reject its constraints, for that is not love's authentic quintessence.

If love were a sweet, ambrosial elixir, I would imbibe it with gusto.
If love manifests as a captivating charm and a charismatic persona, I would embrace it with alacrity.
But if love usurps my liberty. I would strenuously resist its encroachment.
If love incinerates my very reflection, I would depart from its fiery, pyre-like embrace.

© Bishal kalita