Valentine's Day: Perhaps it is due to love

Perhaps it is due to remembrance
Why does it
Have pain 

And beauty? 

What is true ? 

Acquaint with my heart 

And  
What ties you and me ?

But the sense of love, freedom,
In my remembrance 

There is confidence,
Naturalness,

I have spread your sense 

Of good feel over my
Confidence. 
I feel you, 

I am loving in sense, 

Perhaps I can. 

I keep the meaning 

Of love.

I can't agree

In what purpose 

Others are taking it - widely
Or narrowly. 

I do agree. 

But what is true?

No artificiality in love. 

Love is a permanent.

It is

For the heart. 

Such love which is
Performed to mean.

Love  and dedication. 

Life is present

I wish to long 

Even,

The hearts are wondering

And we are

Becoming like the friends  

With no promise.

It might be the
clue of our relation 

That stands in my believe,

The pray of our
Love.
For me, which I declared earlier.

Love. 

If it is not only a proverb 

Then my love is moment. 

I have given you
A  beautiful love
Keeping nothing in me.
Which

I have already exposed that is love,
Perhaps,   

I am feeling inner pain, 

A deep hurt.
When I feel love for you, 

It is sure that the element 

You will be lovely,

And it would be you, 

Is unexpected, 

Like the touch of poem  
Our love permanent and unbelievable.
 
 Copyright Kamala B Sarup