What is our love index
Intolerant toward a flaw,
more oft than not, we quote the law
and so burn the witch at the stake,
whilst love weeps for love, for love’s sake,
that if we peep into our past,
at our conduct, we’ll be aghast
but when it comes to our own soul,
we call to God to make us whole,
with a gentle slap on our wrist,
letting us enjoy our life tryst
but right is right and wrong is wrong;
conceded yet take all along,
that at end of days, we may smile,
since love never goes out of style.
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