Shall I call this love in parts Or shall I term it as introvercy sickness? You are not even able to hold my dirts abundance of which gifted me briefness You are as white as dove Not even with a prick on your wings To awake over other's dark you love when your slumber's tune "adieu" sings But you love me as a whole, you think Unaware of the intense waves clashing collapsing all the sand castles in a wink Fruitless efforts you're making for void, fulfilling You maybe a selenophile, but I'm like the moon whose one side Always loves to hide My first #sonnet here. And so this is how complete my 6 months here. #tdd_sonnets #tdd_poem