LOVE

Love...Its always pure...But to call it pure,expectations has to be kept aside....And that Love reaps everything.The fruit of Love is Love itself......

Feelings of the heart

Sweet and soft

Tender and blissful and

That is love

When stream of thoughts 
Wild and fragrant

With never ending wishes

You are in love

Heart do beats
For the one you love

And it do aches 

For whom you love

Never you lose

But you do gain

When it breaks

It does pain

Never no one knew

What is love

Unless they learn

How to love....