Love is power, Love is a weakness,
Its a pleasure, Its a pain,
Love is a myriad of emotions,
A riot of colours,
Its an enchanting song, Its a moving portrait,
Love is sweet smelling victory, Love is a bitter tasting loss,
Lives are founded at Its onset,
Its is the logical end to a story.
But to the Lonely, To the Solitary by nature,
Love is :
A strong pair of hands that hold,
A glorious smile cast their way,
A friendly secret whispered,
A soothing voice that heals an ache,
Just someone to compound a joy with.
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.