True Love Is... Poem by Thati pramod sai

Ask me not what true love is
As i still wonder how to explain with ease?
Is it the music silently one hear
Or dance ofheart as one swear
Is it the smile lips can see
Or eyes gleefully speak free
Is it the language of timeor souls dance for rhyme
Is it the prophecy of heaven
Or the last flash at every night eleven
Is it the story of two lives
Or Rainbows rain in beehives
Is it the feast in delight
Or march on romantic flight
Is it the voice of tears
Or Touch of invisible ears
Is it the rose that blossoms
Or the autumn that springs
Is it the passion that persists
Or loneliness that resists
Is it the thought that accompany
Or the presence that justify
Is it the noise silence creates
Or the madness mind behaves is it the death that demands
Or the hope that commands
Is it the kiss that sweeten
Or the sex that soften
Is it just togetherness that matters
Or leading happy life even in tatters
Is it a memory to make
Or another life to wake
Is it a journey till break up
Or lasting till never to wake up.
Is it a song to sing
Or a poem to ping
Is it only just between two sexes
Or anything where life mixes
Wondering how to fit cosmos in my lines
Sewing feelings to grab hold the real meaning in infinity
Bereft of words to express
Bemoaning excitement to suppress
Still I don't understand
How to profoundly profess
So ask me not what true love is..
As I still wonder how to explain it with ease...