Paeans have been sung to love.
Epics have been made around it.
Stories and songs were woven with it.
Cinemas replete with love run well.
Everyone is in search of love,
Without which the life will be a hell.
Caught by the love, lovers will long.
Thrown by the love, lovers will pine.
Love is only selfish emotion.
It gives joy to the one who loves,
Undeterred by lack of response.
It gives pain when going awry.
To have romantic love in some
And get it reciprocated
Is an overwhelming and obsessive
Need of human, termed as Limerence.
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