Love, The Unmoved Point Poem by Shuaib Saifi

THE point that does never move
From its location is love.
Be the heavy tempest or flood,
Remains ever the same its willful mood.

Made of sweet feelings and emotions
It's and deeper than all the oceans.
It's higher even than the sky,
And is also very decent and shy.

It's too beautiful, it's too innocent,
However, is also a little impatient.
When the true hearts are on prime,
It does cause them to commit a crime.

No fuel of gold or color it does require
To set them on a never-dying fire.
Each moment it‘s to undergo a sacrifice; -
Still loses not its harmonious voice.

Where it may occur, nobody knows?
Among the friends or the foes.
Which's all the worldly things above,
That's thou, yea! that's thou, o great love.