Love Is Gift Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was first touch
And you felt as such
It will not get anything burnt
But it is love brunt

You thought for a while to respond
But fail to correspond
Eyes may not be able to look
But in recognition may book

It was long desire
To touch with lots of fire
But had stopped strong urge
Thoughts were certainly purged

I thought of taking deep breath
Fulfilling it before end or death
You were inching forward
But silently waited for word

Nothing hurts in true love
Just make your self to believe
It is not one sided affair
It looks lovely and fair

Just try to hug and embrace
Show little shine on face
That is all needed to exchange
Life can be well managed

Love is gift and can be termed as divine
Any person may get involved in it and feel fine
It is just an attachment
Particularly nice to feel at this moment