His love

Heyya all. Here goes my second poem in the collection after a year. 

Happy reading & much love!

Again,
Exceptional questions in my brain,
Again, 
His love struck me like a strain.
A definite strain of romance,
Straining at the leash to get the love,
like a topspin.

His transparent transient love,
Yet a blissful ignorance I shove,
In a temporary loveless inn, 
I thought I was in,
But his solicitousness
Brought me to his la-la loveland
and forever there I stand.
Wishing the happy pattern not to be broken,
Wishing it not to be a game of connect-the-dots
                                                                    between us.

Hence, 
this is introduction, 
and expression
also confession 
of commitment
                         between us,
Who are head over heels,
in love.