True love sees all but it cannot be seen often, but only in
dream of the dreams, where the soul surrenders within
the rosy garden of loves hallucination, far from the inn
of the lust, where fresh as ever the morning bird sings.


True love feels all but it cannot be felt often, but only in
heart of the hearts, where the soul resides in the tavern
accompanied by the attachment and esteem of heaven,
in the solitary manifestation of vigorous gratification.


True love blinds all but it cannot be blinded often, but only in
soul of the souls, where the heart respites along with the clone
of mind-boggling, celestial and earthly non-fictionist adore,
influenced by the unfathomable and spiritual lovers stature.


True love guides all but it cannot be guided often, but only in
Path of the paths, where the destiny and time moves together,
hand in hand in the midst of abomination and liquidation
for the elimination of revulsion from every hearts corridor


True love glitters all but it cannot be glittered often, but only in
Light of the lights, where the balmy sun ointments the wounded
heart, maimed by the repercussion of desertion, with its warm
touch of affection and golden rays of loves dazzling illumination.



Copyright 2002 Bhuwan Thapaliya