Love is neither a flower to lie withered
Nor chocolates to be devoured
Nor a teddy to be played with
And dumped in a garbage of oblivion
Nor is it a mere, trivial proposal
Of suppressed or repressed emotions
To be wrecked and whacked off
Midway, or any point of time in life;
Love is life, philosophy, art and religion
A discipline with transformative power
That ennobles us and elevates our souls;
Love is poetry: the abstract of bliss
Underlying between and beyond the lines,
A facilitating means to an end for soul
That ultimately melts into the eternal ocean
Of peace, bliss and the union divine.
