Fire of love does not starts
easily but once it caught
cannot be stopped easily.
One never knows how one
had entered in it and how
to leave it.
One will experience both
hell and heaven and there
no way to escape from it.
Call it madness, insomniac,
addiction or anymore worldly
words but only the lover
knows what it is.
More one lost, the more
one finds near to love.
It mixes with mind, heart
and soul and can never be
separated.
love is love, pure love is life. I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice and beautiful poem