Love...

A casket crafted by life,
Containing the stones of passion,
A passion so fine,
Its finesse can create sweet infatuation...

When you caress supple skin,
You many feel an impulse,
A sense of arousal so thick and thin,
That my friend, is a stimulus of love!

These may be mundane streets,
Gathering moss as they are a witness to rolling time,
But these streets allow you to be free,
These streets hold you down when you cry...

I dream of starlit winds,
Leading me to a road of an unbiased emotion,
To light a dormant torch with the flare of passion,
To open my eyes to a fresh notion...

These are the people of a united village,
Bonding to stand together to face notorious times,
They'll bond in times of rage,
But they'll forget to bond over a sip of fine wine...

The flare of this is so rapid,
Heals with touch,
Dilutes all sins,
This passionate love...

Love at first sight is a phenomenon not proven,
Lust is mocked by holy men,
In the battle of the holy and unholy the victory is uncertain,
That is why the world was molded as a blend...

Picture from the net- ( sanetruth.com )