LOVE

The feeling of true happiness,
In the season of spring…
The language of two hearts,
Expressing words with wings…
That eternal touch of splendor,
That transforms the common place into
wonder…
That sweetness of grace,
Of beauty without praise…
Sunshine of shared smiles,
Laughter that together rhymes…
The gift of treasure without any measure,
No matter how much to own will always
give you pleasure.
The mystery to be revealed,
With the magic which is sealed…
As much as you give, will always yield,
As fresh as a dewdrop in the wet green field…
What is it, which breaks all bounds?
Of logic, of science, of circumstances…
All the hearts it surrounds,
Surpasses mishaps and mischance…
What is it beyond body and mind?
That instinct existing in creature of all kind…
What is that ethereal substance?
To the name of the beloved it lends…
What is that bond that links?
Hearts and souls to the end…
It is a word most beautiful when silently said,
In your heart, when remembering a loved
One’s face…
It’s love; which stays when you are gone
And dead,
Its love; which means much more than
What is said!