Love is the self
Love is the perfection of the self
One may inhabit a forest, or reside in twon
Love is in accompaniment.
Love is the tune of fragrance
Love is the wealth of seasons
Love is the heart of glittering waters of the
falls
Love is the physique of the peahen dancing in
forests
Love becomes sunlight in winters full of snows
Love is like the cool shade in the scorching
hot deserts
Love is like one's village in the estranged
world
Love is the heart
Love is the life
Love is the remedy of the soul
Love Love is an idol
And if sometimes it break into pieces in the
temple of heart,
Love proves to be a glass-doll
lf it falls down in the atmosphere from
someone's hand,
Love provesto be a blister(full) of pain
And if it breaks up,
Love is a malady,
Love is mouring.
Love is an evening
Love is a night
Love is the rain in the twinkling eye
Love is the snare of the smoking, killing
awakening nights on the ways of sweet
dreams during the season of sleep
Love is the Victory
Love is the defeat
Love is the Self !
