Love is like grief
Which fades away with time.
The longer you stay away
From the ones you love,
The less you miss them.
For what you see
Is what you believe.
And what you believe
Is what you live with.
The world is a paradise
A paradise with pleasures.
But pain,
Can never be separated from pleasure,
As light from darkness,
As dawn from dusk.
It is the seed of desires,
That sprouts to give
Both pleasure and pain.