She comes in hues of every kind,

That intrigues the human mind.

Caressing and pure like a soothing shore,

She grows stronger like a tidal wave.


Young  or old, men or women,

Gay or Lesbian, humans or animals

She traverses without boundaries

Striking anything that comes her way.

Blind and fickle she can be

But judgmental dare you be!


Enchantress she is,

Who takes you on a carousel.

Round and round she dazes you

Into a gamut of feelings.


People call her love,

And tag her under emotions.

When in reality,

She herself is a cosmos of emotions!


Love is nothing new

Yet it is something new!

And lucky are those

Who have basked in her prose!

And unlucky are those

Who have tasted her pathos,