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Glimpse Of Love

Born of faith
What's life in its fulness
Unlike other states
Love is not transit
But infinitely lasts.

It's soul's inward power,
Has a reality but no form,
Holds no memory of a wrong,
Heart alone feels
When desires and wishes

Phase out to become love itself.

Submitted: Friday, November 30, 2007
Edited: Monday, July 04, 2011


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  • Amitava Sur (2/14/2014 11:57:00 PM)

    Very nice to have the glimpse of love though your penning.

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  • Amitava Sur (2/14/2014 11:56:00 PM)

    Very nice to have the glimpse of love though your penning.

  • Savita Tyagi (2/14/2014 8:27:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem. Enjoyed it very much. Thanks for sharing.

  • Savita Tyagi (2/14/2014 8:27:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem. Enjoyed it very much. Thanks for sharing.

  • Gajanan Mishra (2/14/2014 2:40:00 AM)

    heart alone feels and it is love, love.

  • Leslie Philibert (2/14/2013 8:20:00 AM)

    Good poem that needs more details

  • Leslie Philibert (2/14/2013 8:19:00 AM)

    Good poem.(Perhaps it needs more detail)

  • Babatunde Aremu (2/14/2013 8:16:00 AM)

    This is a nice poem. Love is the greatest. Happy val, great poet

  • Hardik Vaidya (2/14/2013 8:08:00 AM)

    I loved the poem, but I feel that love too is real, it's made on earth not in heaven, it is pure because it lasts, but it has impurities, it has its follies, if love were pure, it would be imperceptible, it would pass through and alas there would be no literature. Truly a wonderful poem.

  • Ken E Hall (2/14/2013 5:55:00 AM)

    Perfect glimpse yoonoos of love with a perfect last line that is truth in its self of true love...

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