Love to whom? <br />And love to when? <br />Time speaks <br />Not of its own <br /> <br />Love spreads <br />When someone tries to read <br />Makes efforts <br />And internally reports <br /> <br />The inner bells ring <br />Heart tunes and sing <br />Eyes spread wide <br />Think of future and decide <br /> <br />But where is time? <br />To think of danger any time <br />When flower is before us <br />With full blossom to trust <br /> <br />Yes, it appeals <br />And makes to feel <br />Real in its essence <br />If given a chance <br /> <br />So love is before us by an incidence <br />Where to souls try to meet by chance <br />Exchange lovely feeling <br />And open new page with inkling<br /><br />hasmukh amathalal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-appeals/
