Heart
Is an instrument
Consists of
So many strings,
Which tries
To find out
The sweetest tunes
To sing.
But
It requires
Caress of extreme Love
As need,
Love guides the Heart
How to put it
In the strings
As feed.
Love is a mystery
No one can understand,
Nobody can get it
By making a plan.
Its something
You can't see
But requires nothing
As fee.
Its sounds can't be treasured,
Though it's a precious gems
They can't be measured.
One can't listen
But can feel,
These are for us
And to reveal.
The melodious sounds
Swirl around,
To form a song
The strings are part
That is
Soothing to the Heart.
