Friday, October 29, 2010


Love, a sweet aroma to attract,

A rosy sound to enchant,

A palpable feel to evoke,

More becomes – a penchant.

The welts and warps of emotions

Keep bonding apace,

Fill remote rambling gaps

And prevent all space.

No demands no complaints,

But somewhere these creep up;

These are leaves of love

Some day will rise up.

Colossal prospect dooms to fall:

A stumbling block that love can’t sever,

Space to me, space to you

Reserves love forever with you.

1 comment:

  1. I wonder why none of your followers/ friends have commented on such profound lines.
    Well expressed & with much depth!