Love favours,
For those who labour,
Silent perseverance,
No need for clamours.
Love happens,
Without permissions,
Pleasure and pain,
With limited remissions.
Love colors,
The life of lovers,
The sight of whom,
Although it blurs.
Love nurtures,
The soul of creatures,
And gets reborn,
In all its futures.
Love reminds,
To put behind,
The emptiness, the loneliness,
And the troubles of every kind.
Love creates,
What hate destroys
Warmth and completeness,
In all its ploys.
Love binds,
The two minds,
With divine brilliance,
No shields, no blinds.
Love teaches,
The heart it breaches,
To lose oneself,
When the other one reaches.
Love amuses,
For silly excuses,
Saves the moment
From unwanted recuses.
Love eludes,
Who deal in crudes,
It's a game of finesse,
Not for the shallow or the prudes.
Love hurts,
In little spurts,
Longing for the beloved,
Whose return it asserts.
