Ironies Of Love Poem by sunshine sahoo

O beloved,
you are the droplets of water from a green leaf,
You are the only treasure of a sunken ship.
You can be the remedy of a heart,
Again you are the disease of a sort.
How many types of character can you play?
May be thousands of them you display....
Ok behold! ! i am not against of love,
I just tried to show how it creates fire from a stove...
O beloved! ! o beloved! ! o beloved! !