Love,Love, Love
Many tried to define it,
Some wrote interesting stories on it,
Skillful ones painted pictures depicting it,
Few sacrificed lives to prove it,
Another few wait for long to find it,
And the lucky souls experience it.
It exists in different form,
Its presence makes us feel warm,
We all desire for more,
It is very pure,
And has a special quality to cure,
Everyone gets a little share,
As it’s in abundance and not rare.
It can cause people to fight,
To some it brings light,
For it is divine,
So takes no time,
To tie the hearts together,
And last forever.
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