Love Is Love Poem by Akhtar Jawad

To live as a follower of customs and traditions,
Obeying the enforced taboos of the societies,
One in a seed, an embryo with no revolutions,
It peeps out, finds life has many varieties,

It's grown in a plant and blooms colorful flowers,
Think, who breaths in a seed through a windows,
Sun and the sea raise clouds that end in showers
That soften the clay and prepare it for the shows,

A flower is rich in the seen rainbow colors,
It attracts insects, bumblebees and butterflies,
A flower's soul is the unseen ecstatic odors,
It attracts a heart that smiles and that cries,

Between tears and smiles there are a few islands,
Isolated, no dark no light, love is love only,
I see, joining earth and skies, My Lord stands,
Far Away, for peace, neither beautiful nor ugly!