Love Is When, Ye Like The One Poem by Sadashivan Nair

Love is when,
ye like the one,
Ye can't love all the men,
All the women,
All the flowers;
Ye love only one,
That attracts the most;
Drives emotion,
touches thine heart;
Craving rises from inside,
To feel the beauty,
Feel the warmth,
Feel the soothing and comfort;
The pain it endures,
Ye can't withstand;
Drop tears of emotion;
Warms the soul,
Cools the heart;
Drags to submit,
To rave the virtues;
And say I love it,
love him and Love her;
Believe or not love is selfish,
Enslaves and weakens,
The heart and soul;
Drags to fulfil its intent;
Love is when,
ye like the one;


© Sadashivan Nair