Love is not
An exact science

It just is

Ideally
Make up is done
To be beautiful
To be who we want to be
To feel pleased
Most often to look appropriate
And may be
To mask who we are

Blessed are those
Who don’t need it

And here, she is
With a divine smile
Profound
Such is
An epitome of beauty
Dear

To spot a man in love
Glance his eyes
To spot a women in love
Glance her smile

Every road leads to light
Until politics enters

Such it is

I have never seen the God
But the people, I see

They are

Professionally I'm
Trained to practice
MEDICINE

For the chosen one
I prescribed
MUSIC

That worked

Now define me
What medicine is?