Which once in a while blooms,
Without any cause or purpose,
It can happen to anyone,
Who is open. And love accepts.
No bonds, no constrains on its freedom.
But because society has fettered love,
In many ways we do things to smother it,
To escape it. Thus love has become so scarce,
And we to go without it.
We live a loveless life.
Love goes on giving and it will never say.
It has given you enough.
There is no end to love's bounty.
Love gives on pouring its gifts.
And yet it feels shy that it is inefficient.
