The dazzle of love, Image by Sangeeta Suneja
The light of love dazzling,
blinds some,
deceives some,
but that is neither its intention
nor the incandescent intellection,
losing lucidity is not ludicrous either,
The fine colors of the rainbow are not as distinct,
as we would like them to be,
but the optic illusion sets hopes, colors the sky with a mystique mystery
yet it belongs to the spectrum,
the seven eyes,
see and show coherently when passing through the prism,
very finely,
the fusion and fission of the light,
as in love,
it does not deceive,
but what we lack,
is our perception to perceive
the ultra fine fusion,
of emotion,
The affection,
through our naked eye,
and loaded, laminated mind,
The love is a drop of tear, from the sky,
the eternal eye,
in joy,
rushes to reach,
The resilient river rises and falls,
if from you, it does not receive the all
it still splashes its way to call,
it flows on,
but it does never double cross,
never flimflams over its uneven path!!
DXHPR6ETMASY
