Muse Of Love Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Fragrance is in love, its lovely lyre reveals it all
Smiling at self, smiling at you with open heart
Ah, that warmth, that togetherness
And the hugs and talks with eyes
Love that is crazy; love that's serene
Love that just happens without ifs
There don't lie any buts and everything's great
It's never ending; it's like an ending
Unhidden, unmasked, before us
Beautiful love that disconnects not
That distracts not
In diverse guises, it travels
It flows mercifully in its motions
Sweet just as your soothing voice
Calm just like your cool eyes
With yourself, and without yourself
Love that is fair, furious, and so fertile
Its hours unquestionably impart the light
Its intentions defeat the dirty night
Passes unto every wavy turn
Passes into thee, and unto me liberally
It's, sometimes, blindly blessed
Blissfully deep, and masterly mystical
Alas, it's intellectually striking at times
Act of art, so humble, and so dominating
It solemnly walks every way
In your arms, it meets supremity, beloved
Love is you; from you, and yes attired to you!