Love is a one to one game like tennis,
Where man plays to win, and plays for a win
With all efforts put in a winning spirit.
The hope of winning sustains his playing
Even with the opponents formidable,
With a confidence unlike before.
To conquer a woman is the sweetest
And superior to a win in war
As it’s a win worth based and not strength based.
Failure in love is not a loss to man,
Who takes it a harvest and pocket it
To chew when he goes to hibernation.
Love and anger are common emotions,
Universal to all men and animals,
With a view to sustain themselves and their race.
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