Love has no death,
It just transforms,
Because it was never born,
It was just realised.
It makes alive with some new emotions,
It caresses some sore wounds and heals,
It makes some new wounds to live with,
The wounds, which will forever be cherished!
Is it just the instinct of the Creation
Is it some biochemical reaction,
Maybe it is something more,
Maybe it is the longing of the soul to be eternal!
Ode to Love,
Ode to its success,
For Love never fails,
It only diffuses... and transforms
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