I found something,
Crawling on my veins,
Its crawl so soothing,
Better than other claims.
It was so colourful,
Like a ladybug,
And its motion so cheerful,
Yet as if like a slug.
I could feel the dampness,
The fluid outflow of it,
I was lost in the its redness,
And just loved it.
Its motion continued on,
Upto my face,
Admiring this act of con,
Speechless for its grace.
It slipped through my forehead,
Then to my eyelid,
I pretended to be dead,
And breaths almost hid.
It landed upon my lips,
Floored its grip,
And planted a deep kiss,
My emotions did drip.
It moved towards my ears,
Fluttered its wing,
The whispers I wanted to hear from years,
As if like that sweet girl sing.
And ultimately it flew away,
I dont know where,
Left me with the thoughts for the day,
For cherishing the moments of care.
I did smacked my lips,
For the scratches it gave,
I controlled my heart's leap,
For those marks so naive.
Ultimately it was found,
Who was the bug; that ladylove,
I laughed out loud,
When I found it to be the bug of love...
