Love Made Me Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love made me to wonder
Not even cloud’s thunder
Yet it made me to feel happy
The first night was not all that to feel sorry

Many people take it as rosy
Remain attached and keep busy
It is over same day
Next day it becomes routine way

It is one stage
Sex comes with age
As you advance in one direction
You got to be used to some action

Pre-stage of love remains exciting
Even little exchange makes it delighting
It sends quick shiver in spine
There is clearly demarked line

Love demands more in return
The desire and passion burns
Whenever there is chance
It is enjoyed halfway but not fully at once

The dark night is perfect refuge
Not even may in position to refuse
Such temptation even for time being
But it has much more time for happiness to bring

Let us make some exposure
For life and for future
The marriage bond is holy and memorable
So at no stage it should look or made as deplorable