Love is Blind.
Everyone says that the love is blind,
still there’s an urge to see through,
to feel what is felt in love,
to taste what is often called “true”,
the instance when you rise high in love,
and reach an abode called firmament,
you free yourself from all ails,
and accede to aerie called contentment,
the more contented the heart feels,
the more you believe in the “phrase”,
your desire for the mortal possesions,
never figures in the worldly race,
you feel like a sage within,
and that reflects on your face,
you feel a divine solitude,
your face emits a blaze…
Everyone says that the love is blind,
still there’s an urge to see through,
to feel what is felt in love,
to taste what is often called “true”,
the instance when you rise high in love,
and reach an abode called firmament,
you free yourself from all ails,
and accede to aerie called contentment,
the more contented the heart feels,
the more you believe in the “phrase”,
your desire for the mortal possesions,
never figures in the worldly race,
you feel like a sage within,
and that reflects on your face,
you feel a divine solitude,
your face emits a blaze…