Love is a rare virtue celebrated,
Like roses freshened to give vibrance,
Heavily debated yet not big worded,
Times when poison is spiked,
Smiles disappear,
lies reappear,

Love softens the heart to break it,
Love our regular devil,
Where is your love?
The one who loved you,
Where are the roses you planted?

In love only care is prescribed,
Trust and affection just kill pain.