Love is doing stupid things,
Yet feeling the greatest joy within.
Love is a waste of time,
Yet feeling an infinite fullness within.
Love is doing painful things,
Yet always ready to suffer within.
Love is bad, very bad;
Yet when time comes,
None can stop himself loving.
If love is not a waste,
Love is not love.
© Arun Maji
Painting: JWG
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