Love

My soul in distress
because I repress,
I fail to express this -
This simple emotion.

Love.

Simple but complex,
Irresistible but dangerous,
How it came to this I can only guess.
How simple fondness grows to love,
No one comprehends but it occurs.

Invisible to all predictions,
Unseen by all premonitions.
It tiptoes up to you
and you're caught out of position.
Even though secretly we all wish for such a surprise.
One pleasant, though it often leads to demise.
You can't touch love, or see it with eyes,
it just simply…IS.

And in it's conceit
Love makes sure to sit
Right on the throne
Of your heart.

Love...... this poem pose it's own motion
the concept of it was nicely written a very
good read ............................................

I want to be so sure than u that love is essential for me...but itz not the case!I don't pay attention to love and my life is going better.
Anyway,wish u'll enjoy a "pink" life

come again

this poem move in a treasure form ...