What a concept is this love,
That transcends time and space,
To the heavens above;
What a feeling of ecstasy,
That permeates through my organs
With uncanny accuracy.
I feel helpless, as love makes the rules;
I feel useless, like the rest of the fools.
Love needs not rest, haste or waste;
It takes your soul and lets you taste;
It travels through stratosphere, in stealth mode,
Avoiding all radars, and returning to abode;
It seduces by its pungent scent,
Letting you taste the forbidden fruit,
Before your final descent.
It breaks down all prejudices and barriers, instantly
Leaving only a warm feeling of felicity.
It dominates your life, without concession,
Leaving you with nothing but a feeling of elation.
It takes you on a journey of delight,
Revealing heavenly wonders to your sight;
It hypnotizes, leaving you in a trance,
Wandering in and out of consciousness, at a glance.
Your vision is blinded by this concept of love;
You are locked in limbo by the heavens above.
There is no cure for this hallucination;
All you can do is pray for redemption.
Shahrokh Sharifrazy is A trained mathematician from the University of London..Shahrokh has been an accomplished teacher of Mathematics for a long time and is now full time journalist. He originally hails from Iran.
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