Love of the symbol of peace, a dove,
Or love of a delicate rose so soft and pink,
May be love of a pinkish cold weather,
Or a fine and pink exciting winter rains,
It may be a lovely evening of a get together,
Love of a moonlit night that kills my pains,
Shy stars in the broken ash color clouds,
Why not the entire Milky Way at the apex,
Or my lovely parents sleeping in shrouds,
Love of life partner though blended with sex,
Should be a poem on a friend who loves me,
So many such friends who should be my choice,
I opt to a friend, looks cross I can see,
A week has gone I haven’t heard his voice!