Slow growing,
Yet, mind blowing
Terrestrial,
Yet, ethereal

A plant
Of slow growth
Called love.

Watered by zeal,
Needs soil of trust,
Puff air of praise to seal:
It admits of no lust.

Timeless,
Ageless,
So much agile,
Exceedingly fragile

Like an earthen ware
It may break into smithereens
Handle it with care
That’s what it means!

Mere carnal love,
Degrades mankind;
It’s debauchery
That defiles your mind.

Love that’s pure and selfless
Exalts mankind.
In recklessness,
Love becomes blind.

Love sought may be good
Far better if you could
Find love unsought:
For, it’s never sold nor ever bought!

Love eclipses not,
By passage of time
True, sizzling and hot:
Not the slaked lime.

Love that’s passing
Isn’t love at all!!
If not constant and lasting,
It collapses like a falling wall.

Beauty, and wealth- all props and support-
Shall fail to avert inevitable fall.
When love ceases to comfort
It’s dead wood, a pain in the neck, that’s all!!