Love, the fragrance of pure honey ,
or love, the whispers of the beloved?
Love, the laughter of a toddler,
or love, the moans in coitus ?
Love, the chasing of butterflies,
or love, the pillow fights on the bed ?
Love, the peck on forehead by mother
or Love, the pressed lips of the lovers ?
Love, the tear of joy for my child,
or love, the tears of pleasure of biting ?
Love, the seeking of breath of terminally ill,
or love, the listening to the breaths in orgasm ?
'O' love whats is thy face? where is thy abode ?
My eyes are wide open yet why can't I trace ?
My hear is empty and so are the hands ,
neither I have beloved's love nor his face.
Don't I have you 'o' deceiver ? Don't I ?
you smile at me in my mother's eyes,
you laugh at me in brother's tease,
And you hug me in my daughter's embrace.
You can't hide any more, you can't deceive,
You are in me eternally, and you are my bliss.
I seek you to loose you, I stop and I win,
I have my heart open, make sure you don't miss.
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