Wounds may heal but scars remain
Of the love, both, lost and gain’d
Love is bound to mend the minds
Sometimes it breaks, sometimes it binds.

The greatest battles of the world
Are conquered by love and not by bold
The harsh and rough are its foes
The meek and silent with it go.

Love loses not but gains a lot
It melts the heart that bravely fought
The heart that sores, love repairs
And for its peace, love prepares.

I wish be blessed with thousand loves
Of kith and kin and folks and foes
My life with love shall easy be
And I may live on peacefully.

Roseleene Zackariyas