Journey in search of love
shall perhaps never end,
the path at times is broad
and narrow at places with many a bend
The sages and the seers see love on His face,
a scuptor in his chisel and hammer
and a painter on his life-size canvas,
the farmer in the sways of ripe thristles
and love floods in for a child from its mother's nipples
Thorn is the love of a thorny bush,
flower is the love of a flowering plant,
oyster is the love of the ocean
and love pours out of her eyes when she looks slant
Love is every body's crown and glory,
a glittering sword of a soldier,
the sharp arrowhead of an archer,
and it takes wings from her silent whisper
Love in different forms acts on our stage,
is there anything better than it to treasure in our rib-cage!
