Love Poem by Jacob macharia

Love, the undulating feeling,
Gets one into a queer stand,
Always raring for the airings,
Craving for the memorable errands.

Love, precious to retain,
Wherever in to rejoice,
Though few manage to maintain,
Even after taking proactive choices.

Love, the heartfelt tormentor,
To all who cherish to upkeep,
And tend to avoid all dis tractors,
Hence forever rejoicing the reap.

Love, a wholesome enjoyment,
During and after part,
When you always want to comment,
But it do clog you apart.

Love, always cleaving for the moon,
While the victims enjoy the affection,
yearning for confluence soon,
Without unheard of commotion.

Love, what a blessing,
To increasingly share and care,
Without much criticizing,
And forever raring to fair.