Love is true love that lures you, not you alluring it
Don’t try to find love, let love find you to hook.
First sight love forces you not to fall, you just fall,
First sight love is potent but have a second look.
Love is like butterflies who’re not as civilized as men
Who needs half happiness and twice the longevity.
Have a look at butterflies flirting happily around sane,
Settling down nowhere but full of joy and not longevity.
Love is silent, language or tongue hasn’t power
To speak what love incites by a kiss, a glance
An eye, or a sound, a touch, a smile or a flower
Even the tears, the messengers of grief and trance
More eloquent than a hundred words to compare.
Love is more than a common noun to suffice
It’s a verb to care, share, help, suffer, and sacrifice
A woman in travail has sorrow till her hour is come
As she delivers, pain gone; Oh, the love of a mom.
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place Win
Contest: Three or more stanzas by Sheri Fresonke Harper