No ! Certainly not.
Love's purpose is not physical union merely
May be, again and again, you are missing the focus
It is absolutely different a reign.
.
Come on and unlearn the false,
Love is meant chiefly for pure loss
It has to be a deliberate sacrifice
You have to crumble
Your snail's shell of protection yourself
Into dust,
Obviously under intense pain
.
To lose so far barriers against expansion
Raised by your ego every now and then
.
To give vent to your inner vulnerabilities
Where the growth hormones of your soul
Are as seeds, long since, lying hidden
.
Just like a flower bud,
When the harder outer cover bursts, at last,
That too, again, in sheer pain
To let the softer petals come out
And expand much more
To let the true beauty take proper shape
.
Following an old dream coming true
Of becoming someday
One of the celestial beauties,
Rarely graceful and dignified,
Of a happening heaven
Far away from sorrow's land.
