Unaware of hi-tech jargon awakening
Limitless whose love everlast shinning,
Happy they are, their hearts sweet
Who churn moonlight when they meet.
Blest they are, make dreams come true
Transform thistles into lives holy new,
A drain of difficulties carriers no mass
Across the lanes of their communal loss.
True their love which bars no caste
On whose grave find these words last:
“We, love birds, hatch immortality
May this fair nest bear all eternity;
All tender hearts who yield love mellowed
Beware of the vendors of love unhallowed”.