Love is stronger than death,
and empty gaps in the years
and the grooves of personal history,
so the kaleidoscope of countless perceptions
rest in an enduring fragrance that fills our being
while upholding a precious dedication.
Love is stronger than the fears,
Makes pointless the pursuit of disappointments,
Love of liberty glows with the eyes
of tenderness, as it draws its breath upon
an ordained presence.
Love is stronger than energy
that emerges according to forces of nature
Love is stronger than birth and age
and the momentary concerns of ordinary life.
Love, like truth and beauty, intimates an enduring presence
like two white swans who glide with grace
along the green banks of a gentle river.
Love is the soft repose of acknowledgement,
the simple knowing of inexpressible intimacy.
Love cares not for time but for the delight
of exulted company, of the play of sunlight
and the rain that falls from heaven,
where deep friendship is worth a million mantras
while our thoughts become a silk thread,
and flowers speak beyond their emergence.
We have eyes of Love to see –
two stars in the infinite heaven.
and we whisper of a thousand good nights
and wake to a thousand new days
that reveal all
in a single event.
Love is when the soul calls the otherâ€™s name
and hears a sweet anthem echoing to its music
Love acts as the storehouse
of truth and beauty
and a rose is a rose no matter what the name.