If Love Bends Poem by mandara pookal

There seems some lustrous locks that train to smooth and fill
The wonders of that fairyland that streams from yonder quill

In righteous bend of soul so fine that truly rents the air
A mind so lent to seek the strands of mighty dust so fair

A little still and slender thought that touches hearts so true
Fills out the air and pumps in zest to vindicate what's blue

Around the world this happens on between the souls that rule
The quintessence of rarer find that is the only tool

In softened hands that mould to mend the wounded heart that bends
Though harder in its essence felt it mighty seeks and lends

The quiet thought that roughly rides the burdened soul of youth
It streaks and runs in miles and spins and blurts the harder truth