Certainly Love
The only place where there is no math of loss or gain,
The only thing which runs existence, which runs blood through veins.
While devoting to each other, you become nonexistent;
The only thing that's worth doing—that's for certain.
You stare at each other, you resonate with each other, you hold hands;
It's a mystery—you are mistaken if you think you understand.
What is keeping us together? What can encompass all of the above?
The thing is love; it should be love; it must be love; it's certainly love.
Copyright © Sandeep Bhattarai | Year Posted 2024
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