Melody of Love
Love has no colour, no shape at all,
Yet, we imagine love and deliberately fall.
Love has no smell, no taste at all,
Yet, we like to savor it, as if it were a dish after all.
Love is priceless, free of cost,
Yet, we keep it as precious and don't get lost.
Love's touch is gentle, soft as a dove,
But we often find its touch rough.
Though unseen, love's presence is clear,
In every smile, in every tear.
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