Which is love?

I seek her, propelled by my heart;
It is an infatuation.
I seek her, purred by my flesh;
It is lust.
I seek her, dictated by my soul;
It is platonic.
I seek her, judged by my mind;
It is rational.
When I seek her by heart, flesh,
Soul and mind, it is love.
For love to strike and stay
She too must respond to me
Likewise in equal measures.
Else, it breaks soon.
14.02.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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