Love

Love
Beautiful is she, the goddess of beauty,
sun gets ablazed, the moon finds purity,
O Lord, the love blooms amid the nature,
as the flowers born and pollen loose gravity,

Timeless, It feels with her mere presence,
divinity nonetheless is its essence,
Not so close this moon happpens to be,
But my moon is always close to me,

Your eyes are lillies twinkling in dark,
many lives smile with your single blink,
grace is your asset, beauty is thy soul,
your innoncence that of barbie doll,

fog wets your hair, sunbeams makes you red hot,
you aint here, neither me, nor no-one here not,
our souls meet, they chat, with language of there own,
which no one knows, and hitherto unknown,

love is their presence and absence of ours,
it binds our souls, rests remains for others,
all the means finish, all the ends end,
bliss is wallowing in your supernal extent.