Love is such a nascent force, Corroding you first and gives, Great pleasure by opening doors, Of your soul to make you live. Until love comes to a person, The person merely vegetates. By doing so, he does a treason, To his soul which soon agitates. Love is not what you say. It is just what you feel. If it comes, it does stay, Strong as hardened steel. Love is not mere give and take, Saying so, is a crude joke. Powerful enough to make or break, It changes souls by one stroke. There is no failure in love, For one just continues loving, Our life may end but not love, For, death can't rob everything! -rgs
Hello sri, cute poem. rightly said befor love a person is mearly a vegetable but when he starts his life to love immediately he starts to stumble and his life is caught in a sweet spider web. nityakalyani
Rgs, I want to quote the whole poem, but what caught my attention is where you had described as a person without love is in a vegetable state. True very much true. sriniketan
Thanks for your feedback abibaby. I am getting bold enough to post a few more that I wrote several years back, on the same topic, now and then. -rgs
Nice to see your feedback and appreciation nityakalyani. Glad to read about your take on love too. Tried writing verses? I see a streak in you. -rgs