Love is like an overflowing stream of water,
That has no beginning, nor has end,
Its walls are steady and unmovable,
Standing strong against the most torrential wind,
Love knows no season, month or years,
It does not record the caption of time,
It’s like many wonders of creation,
All of them would be impossible to find,
Its depth could not be measured by ocean,
And its length to the extension of earth,
Its beauty could be compared to the star of heavens,
And more than diamonds would be its worth,
True love unravels hidden treasures within,
That otherwise would remain buried so deep,
It’s like that single seed that is planted in soil,
Yet a garden of fruit in season it does reap,
It’s like the sun that shines so bright before daybreak,
And in the evening sets before night,
Though clouds will appear and storms will come,
It always discovers ray of light,
Clearly true love is the most powerful emotion,
That pierces through to the very soul,
To hide from it is to escape from our very being,
Its only that makes us whole.