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......
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
But you do gain
When it breaks
It does pain
Never no one knew
What is love
Unless they learn
How to love....
