<h2> Love Story </h2>

Love, like a mirage of mild Minds,
Often accused of being Blind,
Abstracts in Nature,
Contrast in Stature,

For if you fall in Fluff,
You will lounge for Love,
Not only is it a big Deal,
Sure, it's simply for the big Zeal.

Many a times, it's Intoxicating,
Evolving memories, quite Exhilarating,

Like little nests laying fat Eggs,
It strolls into hearts, with its flat Legs,

When you hold it,
You don't want to loose it,
When you loose it,
You still dream to hold it.

Free-up your heart, if you found Love,
Hold on to it, as if you found *Bluff,

You could choose to fly,
All over the Sky,

You could tell with Words,
That you have got a new World.

Hearken! If you find it,
Try not to blunt it,
If you blunt it,
Try not to flaunt it,

If you flaunt it,
Dare not to stunt it,

Hold on to it calmly, like a white Dove,
Else, it would take a walk like a wild Wolf!