Pages Of Love by Mradul Gupta - HTML preview

Love can never be defined,

But for me you gave it a meaning.

The silence love creates between two hearts,

Is like the quietness of a heap of falling cards,

Although it gives you a stroke for a flick,

Empowers your strength from the very next click.

The earnest feeling it develops within,

Feels as if riding a horse but yet self-ridden.

Excitement in a loving heart never fades,

No matter how dark and grey are the shades.

A sweet passion evokes when the lovers are close,

Like the winning trumpet high and above blows.

An emotion that is a class above the rest,

Makes you feel and live at your utmost best.

An exchange of hearts takes place in peace,

Resulting in everlasting transplantation without any fees.

Forgetting the reality of life without any hesitation,

Lovers indulge themselves in the supreme power of love like meditation.

The inner soul gets a refreshingly new face,

While the heart is busy participating in the love chase.

The promises made are kept strong and still ,

Irrespective of how high they may have to climb the hill.

Because eventually it’s all about the heart’s desires getting fulfill.

Love is and will never be a game of one,

Even the gleaming moon is incomplete without the shining sun.

This is just the beginning part,

I’ll write till I empty my heart.