love has no age face and no barriers,
Its like the sun and the moon,
It’s like the day and night,
It’s like the seasons,
When one shines
The other shadows,
But each enfolding its charms.
Love comes with a kiss,
enchantingly-,
And then it strikes
Without a miss,
You cant escape this sword of love,
But hang your head in sweet sublimation.
People say -its an energy,
A force to reckon with, which does not fail,
But evolves through lifes’ synergies,
From infancy to adulthood.
First it’s the child and mother,
Then follows sweet sixteens,
Then comes the serious loves behold.
This could just go on and on……
not bound by any time.
Love is ageless,
As long as that ripple,
Stirs the passion with sweet intensity.
Love is and is rightly said,
In a beautiful prayer:
Love it was that made us,
And love it was that saved us,
Love was God’s plan,
When he made man,
God’s divine nature is love.
This poem is one of my favorites, though I personally would have left out the last stanza, having different beliefs on the matter...
Liked reading it.Love is tuly sublime and divine.A full 10 for you.
Welcome back...lovely poem true on love and true love survives all life's trauma...in July I have 60 years wed to my 16 yr. old bride, thanks for the memories...regards
‘…But evolves through lifes’ synergies, …’ Aye its true homeostasis…in true love Ten Ms. Nivedita UK Cordially invite to my page with your graceful comments and criticism too welcomed… niv
Yeah! We survive by love synergy. Potentiates survival energy. Nice and propelling. Ten+ dr. sakti
This poem..A lovely piece.. Love this line..'First it’s the child and mother, Then follows sweet sixteens, Then comes the serious loves behold.' For I have experienced that! Very good concept..well narrated! Truly a piece of art!
Love is the work of a gifted pen, that at times burst’s unfurled generous and glorious colors that paint warm and inviting feelings for us all - Hues of Love, indeed. Thanks for painting, the world’s more colorful with you in it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
These ones are the reasons of love and one must agree them. Often one attaches too importance to the love's object, and all the interior as well as external world around has a tremendous influence. Manage that world and you'll save your object. However this poem is better than its comment!