Nothing left empty inside to love another, even nothing left to fly.

It is love that makes you blind, It is force that makes you to bind, It is beautiful thing to find, Take it out from memory and unwind.
It can make others to believe, You get joy and pain is relieved, Peace and happiness is delivered, All links maintained and not severed.
It is magic.. real magic.. magical phenomenal, Enough joy and happiness on its arrival, It has its own arena and color, It speaks in silence and seen in flowers.
It needs no explanation, No large volumes for narration, It is felt from within, It has nothing to confine.
Say it all with good smile, You think, may I forget it for a while, O, It has flow of ... river Nile, Where we shall walk along for miles.
It is neither hazardous nor easy, You can imagine and paint it rosy, It is gifted to lucky and deserving, It has its own purpose serving.
Never distrust or malign, Fall in and closely align, Leave your prints in mind, It is sure for response to find.
Love is directional ship, It may take you to Egypt on long trip, It may have some ups and down, It will be made surely known.
It is God’s wonderful creation, There can’t be any confusion or more question, It is to be accepted with sincerity and in real, It can function as im longing to our perfect deal.
It's our love.. not a civil wars,
Yet please.. don't push me and send very far,
The love rules the scene without showdown,
Little inspiration its impact .. and willing will be known.