Love

Like sorrow and glee, love is a feel,

It has its ups and downs,

But different from other, emotions of all,

It’s different from one to another.

The ones in your dream and books that you read,

May not be the one you feel,

It’s confusing at times, and painful a while,

But the feeling in you, never die.

You might fight with the one, and fume like the sun,

And think you hate them so much,

But when you move on and fumes are all gone,

You would love them even more.

From person to person, from bond to bond,

Love differs in all its form,

Parental love and Godly love,

Are just the two of the forms.

Love in women, are so different from men,

Where men never believe to show,

While love in men, are so different from women,

Where women keep expecting more.

Though all the love is pure in its form,

It all emits from one’s heart alone,

But the love between two lover souls,

Are the most vibrant of all.

The phases of love are different too,

In spite of the age one’s in,

From coyness to smile, and gaze to ‘HI!”

To the times they are one from inside.

The love between a husband and wife,

Is the most magical to know,

Though they argue and fight, even on matters so light,

In the end a smile melts it all.

An emotion that keeps you happy and glee,

And makes you sad too at times,

Anger and fear has its roles too in here,

All together is called true love.

We are all loved in a form or another,

We should see it now or it’s never,

It’s confusing at times, as it’s not always smiles,

But the feeling of love is always there.

I wonder the reason, to why love is magic,

Of all the emotions good and bad,

But when all the feelings, come in together,

The magical love is in the air.