Love Is Precious Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love is precious dear
It must have no fear
It is divine gift
That ere has to be no shift

You are woman of word
That always looks forward
But bear in mind
Ultimate love pays with kind

Love can never be fake!
When nothing is at stake
It is feeling and attachment
That gives fine moment

You are so near
I peacefully hear
Your long breathe
That only remains with

Person may be wicked
But behind cloth everybody is naked
Someone comes in light
Others skillfully remain on stage and hide