As The Scent Of Love Spreads.. Comments

The scent of love spreads to every corner of the earth, to live is to love, without it we are empty and without purpose! Superb write!

....soulful write has rendered many comments SCENT OF LOVEi stumbled on it this year on a full moon day!

....soulful write has rendered many comments SCENT OF LOVEi stumbled on it this year on a full moon day!

Indeed d scent of love spreads.....ur words have haunting quality that will spread its wings accross d 7seas.....

This scent of love still spreads But we often tell a big lie That none is there to love us! Nicely said. Love always keeps spreading in the world. Beautiful poem.

A beautiful poem to match the scent of love - very nice Dinesh.

Rightly said Sir......love is contagious...........it spreads never to stop at anywhere.........it never dies.........it is just put aside.........it lives deep in heart so quiet only to be explored aright...........very well composed as usual...Dineshji.........

nice to see such romantic poems coming from your end Sir..........Love is unconditional, can be seen everywhere u have mentioned in your poem., ...can be sensed in every poet on this site throught his / her poems.......nice write Sir

Beautiful poem filled with positivity... From the thousands flowers few carries and spread the scent of love Does it reaches everyone... Many flowers without any scents bloom and wither away noticed by none. Scent of love is not everlasting Time and situation takes it away.. I am not at all against the love. But I too agree that scent of love comes from different sources. But one should not be carried away with it. It may change with the time... This is one fact! I feel it this way. So I am commenting it this way. May be my words may look awkward. Time changes the person. Though he may be standing in the midst of scent, but he couldn't smell one as he lost his sensing capacity... A fantastic poem once again....Loved reading it and kept me engaged to write comments.....

Yes, we get the scent of love from many a source, ..... we get it in the smile blooming on a kid's face, in the mother's affection for her child, in the beauty of friendship, in the love between a man and a woman, in the speechless closeness of our pets... It is that makes our otherwise weary existence, a pleasant experience! A beautiful poem! !

Across the skies an unprotected bird flying It has a destination unknown And a survival instinct prompts its wings. And we begin to scribble tales on the enviable freedom Of this winged crusader..., , , , what we see, , and what it is might be two different thing, , , , , nice poem, , ,

love has also special scent, good one.