Debauchery In True Love Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

Love is an apple grove
where the breeze steals the heart of Nature.
Love is a spell of magic
where the flower is obsessed with the bee.
Love is a trip through the quiescent sea
where you can sleep awhile in the boat.
Love is a slight feathery touch on her heart
thrilling and making it soaring.

Love is not to lie down with the nubile
to feel the warmth of the flesh.
Love is not to gouge a wound in the of the girl
and coddle her with doleful words.
Love is not to cause a pitched battle
between the families, taking thoughtless steps.
Debauchery has no place in true love
Where there is silent contact between the hearts.