Words speak not;
Standing forlorn
Losing sheen of the morn
Without love of the moon
Words speak not
What love indites
Soul bruised and tormented
Unleashes ink to write
Thoughts, passions, delights
All shine and rhyme
With love’s sunshine so bright
Love without passion is no love
But something else
Like kindliness and affection
Passion thrives not
On satisfaction but obstruction
And it is destructive
Unless it destroys, it dies in isolation
Of course there can be
Pleasure without love
As pleasure is not passion
It is the natural outcome
Of sensual instinct that stirs action……………..
A Beautiful poem. Very true said..Love without passion is no love..Yes, all the three are inter related. When love works along with passion, Pleasure is the result. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pregnant with passion and loaded with love that flowed from a heart that is filled with the same. Refreshing as a river my friend!