The Irony Poem by Rayan Ali

It never loses, but wins.
It never slows down, but runs.
It never turns, but goes straight ahead.
It never hesitates, but plays.
It never rejects, but turns away.
It never answers, but gives way.
It never comforts, but helps.
It never speaks, but calls.
It never sympathizes, but cares.
It never fights, but saves.
It never promises, but accomplishes.
It never follows, but shows.
It never sings, but has melody.
It never relates, but bonds.
It never decides, but solves.
It never accompanies, but supports.
It never sleeps, but dreams.
It never imagines, but creates.
It never wonders, but finds it.
It never shines, but has colours.
It never fears, but encourages.
It never falls, but sacrifices.
It never smiles, but glows.
It never breaks, but mends.
It never thinks, but believes.
It never shimmers, but has light.
It never occupies, but controls.
It never kills, but hurts.
It never catches, but surrounds.
And it never costs, but pays.
That is the supreme irony of Love.