Love To Last Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am beautiful flower
Just come up from natural shower
I have grown to full size
I want some one in life to be obliged

I am afraid too
This is true
As I come across
Horrified tales of personal loss

Person deserts with crisis
Without any reason or basis
I shiver with this kind of behavior
It is loss to my honor

My love is crimson red
For others i am dead
A danger with signal
They fear my arrival

I shall share
And dare
With you a company
As wished by almighty

I shall love to last
And trust
But not at heavy price
That is my promise