The essential essence of Language,

Never do we have enoughOf the tenderness of love,Smooth, white feathers of a dove,That should never fly away,But forever inside stay.Love can save and also healBe uplifting, be the seal,Of perpetual happiness,Of a life without regrets.

That from some living beings streams,Feeling compassion is not blindness,It’s the human passport, we redeem.

And cross every ocean,That ever exists.Sweet is the notion,That Love will be found,And surround,All the Heavens,Till then, tightly bound.Sweet is the notion,That Love will persistWhen all else is gone,And doesn’t exist.Sweet is the notion,So simple, so pure,That Love is Emotion,Of all pain, the cure.

Of your love and mine,And Love so divineEnvelopes our World,And nothing is heard,If not, but the heart,That trembles and flutters,Like the Soul of a bird,Like a light in the dark.

Don’t grow oldThey’re to love, honor and holdTill the end of Time,I’m told.

Of Art,A gushing forthEmotion, sparks,Deluge!Inner Earthquake,With a joltAs if,ZeusTo the artist said,‘The World is yours,Now,Go ahead! ‘