True Love

It has never been a sport,
Though claimed by many.
Its divine conception of hearts,
Freedom of expressing inner interests.
It survives long distance,
It thrives through lengthy times.
It breaks the bonds of contention,
Because two hearts are committed.

It’s never a monotonic tune,
Since it’s like wings in flight.
Up and down it covers distance,
Tiring to stop proves folly,
Act of drying the ocean.
The more you try,
The more interesting you make.

It’s looked upon with stigma,
Nobody dreams of its progress,
But when the two souls combine their blood,
Nobody can separate.
It has time for the loved one,
Not only to think of them,
But to dry tears,
And inspire at right times.

Those in two lovers
Contain the powers
To make an understanding
Of which nobody else understands.