Love? Poem by Rahul Singh Rana

Love has no definition
It is best described when it is not.
It is best said when
Left unsaid.
It is best expressed how it shouldn't be.
Without any boundaries
It flies high.
Without any constraints
Without any shortcomings
It keeps on writing its own verse.
It sings, elates you,
Makes you fall deep,
Sometimes helps the ashes to scatter more,
Sometimes bringing them together,
Giving rise to albatross.
It is present in silent eyes,
Wanting more,
Not sufficient is the little present,
Not even defining what ‘more' is,
Sometimes wanting pain,
In a hope to run away from it,
Embracing pain,
Befriending,
In a hope to get rid of it,
Still falling deep into the pit,
Then slowly dissolving constraints,
Not knowing where to restrict it,
Wanting more and more
It loses the little
Not able to digest
It fancies the finest possible
But love is a fancy land
Filled with delusion
Still keeps the pace going
In a hope
Maybe tomorrow
Will the sorrows die?