When Lovers, are for each other,
All smitten,
Pray, it is said that the universe
Does pave the way for them
To unite!
When Lovers, feel, for each other,
Genuinely and abundantly
Why, the Gods themselves
Blush and shower blessings on them!
Pray, is Love not meant to be such
Even if the world is laden
With the impositions of Time,
And with the rule of Death?
After all,
Would this world even have been
If Love had not been its sparkle?
For Creation to have been,
Somehow, Existence must have felt His own loneliness
Weigh down on him
So much that He brought everything else forth
And now,
Being His children,
We can help not but adhere to His example!
Why, when Lovers are gifted with a pure heart
Pray, even the forces of darkness
Shy away to allow them
To saunter along their paths
With hands held
And with violins playing from their hearts!
Pray, such did I say to Dusk,
As it bid the Sun to doze
Thereby bringing me to sit and wonder
At the very meaning of Love!
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