Love is just a poem
As sweet and savour the sound
Which only fills the mind
With words so enchanting but blank
Love is just a dream
Though it may so real seem
But only exists in our psyche
Filled only with concealed ache
Love is the comprehension of aesthetics
While beauty so lofty and mighty
And a murderess of ethics
Yet, thou flee to the sky
Love is the reality of insanity
Filled in the whispering of the society.
