Analysis of Love ,-The Inborn Flood .

Ah! the Spring is more amorous ,
 As autumn passes into winter ,
 The pond forgets the drought ,
 When flood touches her bosom .
 So in wild love there is no norm ,
 Age bars little and same the custom .
The mind is formed of wild wine ,
The joy for the remote prevails ,
The bees ,if were not polygamous ,
The flowers , had no romantic excess .

The outlawed lover holds strange beauty ,
As in him the burden of monotony is no more ,
The locked up prisoner ,hanker after ,
The opening of the custody's door .

Liberation with no condition ,
Is the demand of the  eternal soul ,
Love a fall , within all , responds echoing call ,
And wings its wing , knowing no impeding ruins !