It is so dear!

The smoothness of it attacks them pleasantly,
It blooms slowly as the flowers that emit fragrance,
The shine of the borrowed light from the moon,
Gradually transferred to their already beautiful faces,
Neither her beauty nor his performance attract them,
What kind of bond that defines this pure affection,
Not the ionic to get separated by the passing current,
Their love is not over saturated to form the boring crystals,
They do not have the own identity with inert feelings,
They are too nascent when they are near,
They are dear to each other now and ever.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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