Love

Love

There you were in the past
Now you are in the present
There you will be in the future
Even death bows to you,
The blessed one.

The sharpest, the sweetest,
The happiest and ever loved.
You make the immortal mortal
A dew drop from the heaven
To make life beautiful.

Sharper than any sword
Deeper than any ocean
Wider than the entire universe
More powerful than any emotion.

Everyone falls for you
But only a few rise in you
you are the one and only 'love'

Poem by: Philomena Leejiya Joseph