Years after decades
Love is still unexplacible
For it's not something to be explained
But to be understood.

The light of love
Burgeons like the morning glory at the crack of dawn
And persists until
The gloom of treacherous covers the heart with a veil of woe.

Love is something which makes the home sapiens feel the stillness in life
And it's something which also makes the life inharmonious.

Something which frames the heart
And it's something which fragments it to pieces irrevocable

Thence, geezers and colleen
Let your hearts traipse in the Land of blossoms of love
But don't ever envisage
That your hearts would never rupture
Because hopes makes you cry but
Love is still as blameless as a child!