Love
Love
If you were a work of fiction
I’ll call you Cupid
If you were to be a sign
I’ll cross my arms
If you were to be my date
I’ll call you February the Fourteenth
Love
Both verb and noun
As to numbers you are four
To colours you are red
To shapes you are a heart
To toys you are a teddy
To insects you are a butterfly
To destitute you are Charity
As to specie you are Agape
Yet still-
I wonder and ponder
On who and what you are.
Love
Passion girded with action
Cars call you Ferrari
Cities call you Paris
Plants call you Rose
Fools call you sex
Humans call you Christ
Scriptures call you God
Love
You were valentine to saints
You were Theresa to Nuns
The Mandela of Politicians
Many times used
Many times abused
A Terrestrial word
With Celestial origin
You make Legends- those who live and lead a life of love
20th/21st Aug. 2011
emekA mbaH
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