galaxy lover

Love is ocean of sorrow, No one knows what will happen to morrow, Purity in sense and with sincerity to follow, No to blind promises as to be proved hollow.

Love is to be considered as holiest gift, There is supposed to be no shift, It may endure you life time tragedy, It may also prove hoax and turn in comedy.

Assume where it can take to you in case you late, It should not be termed as bad luck or fate, It has to be accepted fire ball, Immediately respond to it with a first call.

It may wait endlessly for your reply, There is no special condition to imply, Think on dotted lines and make a grand push, It may pay handsomely to you without any rush.

Love may remain for many more days to come, Your action must speak volumes with grand welcome, Nothing goes wrong if patiently waited for, There is nothing like pain or anything in store.