Love is like a dove
It may land near you
But when you extend your hand
It flies above the land
And sits on a branch
when you try to reach
Certainly you will blanch
Because already it is
out of reach
You can't get a chance to catch
Over your head it flutters
It flies far and above
and soon vanishes
Love is beyond comprehension
Sooner your confusion
may be made into depression
©viswam
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