Parents to their children <br />Children to their parents, <br />The wind is the same <br />But the feel is different. <br /> <br />Brother to his sister <br />Sister to her brother <br />The heart is the same <br />But the beats are different. <br /> <br />Wife to her husband <br />Husband to his wife <br />The bower is the same <br />But the beauty is different. <br /> <br />Lover to his lover <br />Lover to her lover <br />The dale is the same <br />But the calls are different. <br /> <br />Man to his possessions <br />Man to his mansions <br />The song is the same <br />But the chords are different. <br /> <br />Man to his tastes <br />Man to his themes <br />The window is the same <br />But the peeps are different. <br /> <br />Love is one of condition, <br />Love is one of possession. <br />Love of this kind is a web <br />And leaves mankind in eternal sobs <br /> <br />A twinkling star <br />A baby’s captive smile <br />The verses are the same <br />The readings are the same. <br /> <br />The presence of God <br />The presence of great men <br />The core is the same <br />The fountains are perennial<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-1620/
