Love

Love is such a song on string,
That a little insipidity in note artery,
Wipes away all its melodious cherry.

Love is such a flame of feeling,
That not any gust airy,
Can lessen it’s intensive glory.

Love is such a relation caring,
That the hearts dipped into this treasury,
Feel no shock of misery.

Love is such a growing sapling,
That exhibits ever- greenery,
Even when climates be unfavoury.

Love is such a path- paving,
That it turns weakness as bravery,
If walker’s feet become weary and wavery.

Love is such a rivulet dancing,
That it always remains watery,
Even when the God of rain gets angry.

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