Lovers are ready to suffer and sacrifice anything for their loved one. This makes love the rarest of all feelings on earth.

All the fault, when mine,
You readily accept the blame.

Stained are your hands,
And I make the confess.

Wounds on my heart,
You bleed on my part.

You fall from the height,
On my head is the hurt.

To quench your thirst,
You offer me the drink.

Arrows which race to my chest,
You stand in its way to defend.

When any spill the beans,
I shall conceal by all my means.

To let me live in joy,
All your life you cry.

I pray all night as tears flow,
For your wish to come true.

Love is such a thing,
Where on earth is such a thing?

Nov 07 2010. Edit March 2024