Than the rest is there anything beautiful
one?
Love is a feeling which stands next to none.
Each of the two lends so much care,
With least return expectation everything
they share;
Just like the tree await the rain,
Both await little gain in every pain.
Her one touch is a feel of heaven,
And his little smile is a hope of vision;
Each other mean the world to them,
The little world within overwhelm.
The emotions being revealed by the tear,
The distance and separation are the greatest
fear;
Along the shy in eye she overawe,
As there is nothing as beautiful as the
feeling of Love.
-- Vijeta Subhas
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