Love and its nature.

Love as symbol of eternity,
Wipes the time and memory from beginning till far end.
It makes time pass and time makes it pass.

Its a vicious ring of fire,
In which we unleash ourselves towards uncertainity,
The zeal for it brings us more closer to infelicity.

I dont and never object for it,
Once you trip over ,you get over with it.
But once you fall, you fall forever in it.

Its you who decide the path, and you who choose to follow
Even knowingly that its a path towards sleepy hollow.

Still passion for it prevail in the world, just like everything else evil here
And the ones who have never tasted this bloody smear,
fall for it without any fear.