Almost everyone talks about love,
Without knowing what it really means,
Love is a blaze which burns one,
Uncontrollable, intense, a holy vow.
Its passion glows in a woman's eyes,
Its torment makes a young man sigh,
It's a pit in which one willingly,
Falls for bliss and becomes ash-dry*.
Love Is
What a wonderfull poem, compact but so accurate. Love certainly is fragile.
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