Love Love
Love when at its best,
You see yourself among the rest,
Love, if you are true
Be not selfish
For those who do love you.
And others might let it
Swarm in the air, like mosquitoes
Buzzing around, biting the sweetest.
If Love loves you,
Thy be ready to die for thee,
For thee be the best reason to die for.
Set yourself to bloom, to colour
Your birthplace in green and rose.
When you are in solitude
Think not to be alone,
For Love’s with you.
Ask for more and you get
Expectations beyond oblivion…
It flies free and flowing
Love, when at its best.
Copyright © Tanay Saraf | Year Posted 2007
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