They ask me
what does joy mean to me,
I say
it’s his presence
That fills me with love.
They ask me
what does love mean to me
I say its his essence
that I feel.
Intangible.
They ask me
what do I treasure most
I tell them
It’s our story
Of finding bliss.
They ask me
what is bliss
I believe
The moments in which
we create
Memories-
ageless, timeless,
Concealed, revealed,
I tell them honestly,
It’s all about loving unconditionally.
~~payal~~
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yes .. Always.. Uncontional love..
ReplyDeleteAnd that's what love is all about!
ReplyDeleteindeed! :)
DeletePayal, this is the best one yet. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jessica. :)
DeleteLovely poem, Payal!! I really like this one!
ReplyDeleteThanks Rod. :)
DeleteReally. How unconditional love can change things around and take you beyond looks, money, luxuries and all the materialistic things!
ReplyDeleteThank God, we still have reasons to live. :)
Good thoughts jotted in the poem. :)
Keep it up.
Thank you. indeed we have many reasons to live, we just need to look around. :)
DeleteThanks!:)
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