"Your Love Is Hued"

Your Love Is Hued
                            -Jasmeet Kaur 
(It was first published on October 25, 2020)
This short poem is dedicated to BILLU, my darling fur baby.

Your love is hued,
Every gesture reveals depthness imbued.

It is thrust at the surprising moment, 
To fill the heart with awful florescent. 

Your love is hued,
And I have really felt it dude.

It scatters every tint independently,
Neither intrudes other's territory, nor allows anyone to overshadow its own arena very elegantly. 

Your love is hued,
And it would remain always glued.
So richly, 
That can't be drained like fluid.

                       ----------------------------

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