True love is like a rare, sober flower;
It flourishes in every habitat, that's its power!
It may have had memories sweet & sour;
Yet, it's a never-ending source of strength…
… for all 60 minutes of even the darkest hour!
Might not have a cultured, melodious voice
Yet the trust, the truth in its sound makes it as pious as a shrine's chimes.
Might not be the prettiest sight
Yet it removes all shadows of uncertainty spreading its distinguished light.
Might not have the best of fragrance,
Yet it smells ever fresh and pure
With love comes along a touch, a feel that is every woe's cure!
It has that unique, sometimes enthralling, sometimes soothing excitement
It's an example of a nonshakable rejuvenating commitment
It's like an irresistible combination of taste & hunger,
It's a craving for every loner or party goer!
Independent is love, dependent is the lover!
Carefree is love, careful is the lover!
What's a lover without its love
More so, what's a love without its lover!!
The slower, the steadier… its more a bonding than a bounding force
It's strengthening every day, every year
Hold on… hold on close to your true love dear,
Live your love… like its now or never!
- Toral
[Copyrights (c) 2010 by Toral Vira.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval or transmitted or circulated, in any form or by any means without prior written permission of author.]
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