Love knows no logic
Of bliss, it is treasure trove
A bloomed lotus yogic
Enjoy love's beauty in entirety
With its fragrance loom
Fully bound by trust and duty
Love knows no give and take
It knows the bliss of giving
Else know for sure, love is fake
Love in its white brilliance shines
But its colorful spectrum lures
Yoga all of them in one combines
In partial perception love distorts
The lovely love is lost
Conflicts arise, foundations thwart
Love is delicate
Handle it with care
It doesn't replicate
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