Love is delicate; even a bead of tear is a burden. <br />Love is sensitive; even silence is a deadly weapon. <br />Love is penetrative; even stone turns butter. <br />Love is suspicious; even an innocent smile wrecks. <br />30.10.2003<br /><br />Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/properties-of-love/
