We dream that all white butterflies above,
Who seek through clouds  or waters, souls to love;
But, love is a ****** red rose, whose thorns can stab like knife!

Love can make the dawn smile on the dew that covers the jasmine-
Love makes little lovers kiss their breaths for their griefs' vaccine;
But, love is a dreadful genesis, of death, that can ******* life!!

Oh, love, gave birth to great classics, great poets and great writers;
The platonics, the romantics, cooked business in the names of lovers-
But , love is a selfish shade, which never heeds the hunger' s strife;

Love is like that eight legged spider,
With its  web all around-
Trapping men and women in its dogmatic chamber,
And put 'em in a Titanic that had 'drowned'!

So , my loving mankind , let you not fathom in the oceans of love-
Be those white butterflies to float in the skies above!
Be that thunder of love and know its prowess;
Don't trick love as a bait to the *******'s impress!

Let your Valentine flower, fruit a bread for a beggar-
And let your ostensible diamond, coal a poor child's future;
For love is wealthier than wealth and riches,
Cut your bell-botts and switch to the breeches;

Let your love escape your lover's eye,
And hinder every tear in tormented despair,
For love is mankind's most powerful ally,
Mightier than the gun game, if only played fair!

As God wrote love, with no selfish fetters,
So , let love grow, with no torn love-letters!!

Arghyadip