A Love Poem by Dipankar Roy

A sound of love
Appears to us
The couple of
Being high and famous.

But our love
Like grace and boon
As a glorious moon.

The moon gives us
The light in dark
But our love
Gives us the knowledge of
Loving style and how to smile.

Surprisingly, a love
Gives me pain
And i fall in a world
Where fruitless loue comes in rain!

Still, i love my love
And i like her style;
To becoming another,
Never think, 'i hate her'
Till my last breath
I'll want her
Like the planets orbit and culture!