Love is one of the wonderful
Ingredients of life:
The color is the whole world.
It is something we held deep
Preciously treasured like crystal.
It is never ending nor had beginning;
It is like the Divine, so true
So enduring…
Love is one of the designed
Ingredients of life:
The stroke is the whole world.
It is something we held deep
Preciously treasured like gold.
It is never rough nor had refining;
It is like the Pure Water, so clear
So alluring…
Love is one of the sweetest
Afflictions of life too:
The malady is the whole world.
It is something we held deep
Preciously treasured like silver.
It is never darkened nor shining;
It is like the breath of earth, so stormy
Sometimes so calm…
Love is one of the splendored
Devotions of life:
The consequence is the whole world.
It is something we held deep
Preciously anchored like abyss.
It is never measured nor infinite;
It is like the morphic cocoon, so unpredictable
So unpretensious.
Love is never understood
By perfection of the will.
But, the best of it is You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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