Love Is Realization

Looking the mirror,

One asks himself,

If one loves,

Can anyone value Love,

Answer is

No one can,

Still love continues.

One may do his best,

To make others happy,

May give his or her all,

May show as much possible,

Still other wishes

To see

As much as possible.

It is not love,

Only when the act or

expression is

Touching on the body,

Sending shivers down

The spine,

Taking breath,

Expressing

A sexual desire of biting

The bottom lip

And,

Saying words that

I am yours'.

Love is an inner expression

Of mind,

A kaleidoscopic connections

Feeding senses

And realisation of

Deepness in the soul,

And

An object is to come Together.

The eyes of one tell the story,

To see other his or her

All glory.

Of course,

Love isn't always perfect,

It isn't a fairytale,

Nor a storybook.

Love is not easy to spell,

It is difficult to define,

It is,

Fighting together to

Attain goal,

Facing challenges,

Holding hands with each other,

And,

Not letting others ruin.

Love is realisation

That every hour,

Every minute

And every second

Is worth

To work together

With peace

And,

To get

Extraordinary peace.