Love

It said money can’t buy love,

Neither can you gain it through shove,

For this is something precious,

Though not taken seriously will turn out to be acrimonious,

Love is one thing to cherish,

As it can save a soul from perishing,

Preventing any shed of blood,

Forever staying calm from war flood,

Love is one thing to fear,

For it can fill a tank with tears,

Bringing the end to two lovers; no more cheer,

Dwelling as enemies though used to call each other dear,

Love is one of the dirtiest games,

More when it generates a lot of blame,

Burning up more than a candle flame,

Later leaving you on an open shame,

Never hit your chest that you are in love,

For it may fall any time; I mean from above,

Love has no owner,

Only who knows is the donor.