Love

In a society that has always seen love as reckless and impulsive I have tasted a different dish, a side that is usually not explored With sweet touches and sweeter words Cautious of effect they have, With distance so less and yet so more Miles have to be yet travelled on this road With gestures that speak more than one can Beating heart is all I can hear And his voice With smooth edges of smiles he cannot hide And a smirk tracing the tease in the comment Of eyes that touch the deepest parts of me Hidden not by clothes but by skin Of the warmth that spreads within I have glazed at the bump in his check With the desire to see his face dipped in smile before pleasure The love that is careful beyond measure Because it knows it is the stick of support to stand And the curves of lives at each end point A surprise wrapped with faith in all That has to the ability To make someone happy To make someone sad I have seen love being handled Like a child in the womb of mother A bubble made for comfort and growth Without pain and grief And it a pleasant way of seeing it which is criticized so much for the rush it gives. Love like that warm comfortable home carrying a tired sad soul.