Love
Love is the most misused
Word in the world.
That is why true love
Is known only to birds.
Be a loving human,
To love all living as real beauty.
Make sure your own loyalty is
Just unwavering in its duty.
Never seek more than
What you offer to a beloved.
Live obediently with the one
Who is your undying love.
Love voluntarily with no urge
To search for faults.
Give up your own flaws
In order to carry your loving art.
Love also with your own mind,
Heart and soul.
Be endlessly in need of love,
That must be your goal.
Lovers meet through fate,
As pre-planned by powers above.
Yet maintaining a commitment
Depends on the strength of their love.
A true lover should not foolishly
Care for his own feelings.
Be happy instead of fulfilling the wishes
Of another as you are caring.
Develop any hidden beauty
Still left neglected by others.
Inspire pride in your lover
For being as none other.
Be a mature lover, and keep loving,
Even if another refrains;
Love is in embracing all of their sadness,
So for the beloved nothing remains.
Make sure that parting
Strengthens your will to live.
Value memories of past happiness
And in doing so, make them live.
Don’t blame yourself
Nor any other for the loss of love.
Be proud in the knowledge
That you once knew the beloved.
Be a human and learn to be useful
In the completion of your tasks.
We are all born in this world
To fulfill our own duty with cause.
About this poem
True LOVE must follow "Loyalty, Obedience, Voluntary, Endless".
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Written on September 09, 1998
Submitted by prithvi_d on July 04, 2021
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XABX CDED XFCB XXXX XGBG XBXB DXEH DXII HJKJ HLKL XBXF XXAX |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,351 |
Words | 261 |
Stanzas | 12 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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