There is no definition of love
Some people say it is like a dove...

You are beautiful
I watched you as you walk on by...

All seems still and quiet within...
a pensive state of collaboration...

I am wounded bird,
Who's wound can never be cured...

Oh God! It is you who made me born
I am one of your beings Indeed...

What ever you call it luck,destiny or fortune.
But meeting you was sure one of three...

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight...

It is only a tiny rosebud
A flower of God's design...