Love: It strikes! It strikes baar-baar!

Every time when I think my love for you is extinct, it strikes off my heart as if a lightening blazing the clouds for some unknown reasons. All of sudden the cloud breaks, and the lightening reaches beneath the earth, burning some & cloud looks exasperatedly at the might of a mere little wad of its own self. The cloud had never thought before that this hidden somewhere small clump of heart will come out as a striking fireball. There again the cloud thinks, and awaits the next farewell. Will it be the last one? Or this was the last one?