A love song

The world of melodies, the world of flowers,

Countless dreams in furtive hours,

Awakened eyes don't feel the sleep:

Sweet pangs of pleasure fills in deep.

Lyrics and rhyme lace a song divine,

The beloved burns and perishes...yet feels fine!

The enigma ne'er ceases, it kindles a fire,

A passion that intense, drowning in a fit of desire.

Yet meaning evades, playing hide and seek:

"You're in love, my dear,permit your heart to speak!"

Ah, but speech is a bitch, raising nothing but sighs,

While the bleeding heart saunters about the starry sky.

A Heart that heals is a Mind that knows,

Love is blind, it gropes and goes.

That's how the world breeds and dies-

In throes of adolescence, in promises and lies.