Love; Sonnet 5 Poem by Winston Dsouza

Its not like that beautiful flower,
Which bends to the suns rays,
Which fears for silly wars,
Or to walk on narrow ways,
Its not like that mountains snow,
Which melts to the suns glow,
Not one which goes to those brown hair and blue eyes,
Nor it changes at midday or skies,
Not it fears to the gale,
And falls weak and pale,
But, its like the unshaken rock,
For Stormy weather its unbroken,
For thunder its unshaken,
But, is firm as the treasure's antique lock.