Love the invisible fortune
that makes poor hearts, rich.
Love the generous submission
that makes rich men, poor.
Love the uncontrollable passion
that makes lovers blind;
Love makes rich man marry a poor girl
and a rich girl marry a poor man.
Love the glue that binds together even
two religions, two enemies, two inseparables
when others dis-agree and love insists;
Love in all its fathoms deep, and skies' limit
knows no barriers, speaks no translations
but over the longitudes, across the latitudes
stretches and engages its spell;
love is the force, love is the truth
love is the fault, love is the correction
and is understood without explanations
for love never withdraws
love never concludes
love is the only sense which exists externally
and is felt internally;
love needs love to feed itself, empower itself
and till love mixes, shares and rolls constantly....
life will breathe in contentment, fulfillment
and yet ask for more....like unstoppable beggars of love.
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