Love isn’t an orange
That one peels to reveal
Love isn’t a game of cards
That one needs to deal
Love isn’t a fabric
That one needs to feel
Love isn’t a doctor
That one calls to heal
Love isn’t a document
That one needs to seal

Love remains a word
Or a set of words until
The heart, the mind
And the body is still
And ready for surprises
To enter and fill
Life with what some
Call a spontaneous thrill!

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Suddenly_poem_written on 26 November 2017
Suddenly_poem_written on 26 November 2017

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Arvind Passey
Written on 26 November 2017