My Mother and Me

My Mother and Me
"My Mother" - Mrs.Vedambal 96 years young

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Sublime Love

 It started as a Mole, blossomed
And became a Wart;
None knows what happens when-
Love becomes so sublime !

A Heart devoid of love
Is like a flower sans sweet honey,
Everybody falls in love once  or twice
But I never knew what sublime love is !

To love is healthy and brings happiness,
And has universal acceptance
Love for love's sake is fantastic -
Hidden meaning in it is bombastic !

Fall from above, fall from below
Fall from a building or fall from atop a tree
But don't always fall in love-
Because all love can't be true and Sublime !

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