LOVE IS
When with a silent pain someone you miss ;
A cool , rosy thought selfishly to cherish ;
A slow west wind in the heart’s garden
When jasmines sweep the night air
With brooms in their beatific hands 
That so noiselessly flourish.

When thoughts of being near to someone
Secretly the heart does nourish
You ungrudgingly bear all bruises brought
To your longing heart
Without allowing feelings to diminish.

Not a wanton desire to kiss
But a desire to be kind till you perish.
Not eruptions on skin leading to any blemish
But the silent itching in the heart that you can’t scratch
Till you breathe in all wonders happening to you
In the process, to the point of no final finish !!!

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