Love, hidden in heart's deepest den,
Can spread like wildfire.
In hues bright, it loses its composure.
While we chase life's mirage,
And walk a forlorn path,
While we lose on ourselves, love is all that we have!
Love for some,
Is an abandoned path that leads you to a catastrophe;
Love for some,
Is a peaceful therapy to one's solitude –
Love for some,
Is the first flush of some flavourful tea;
While love for some,
Is an evergreen way of living!
Love is there when you're young and bold, Love is there when you're fairly old, Love lasts even after you've turned cold, Cause love is the only feeling, that makes us feel whole. Love blushes, When you give her some roses and write her some letters, Love warms up the air, When you hold onto her during petty squabbles, Love shines bright in your eyes, As you look after her when you yourself stumble, Love soothes you, Even when you're full of dead bruises! Unleash the love, hidden in your heart's deepest den, As love is rare, and chances don't come often.