Like a Dove to an Olive Leaf

For the lips part not in a teary heart,
It says it with a eyes.
It is the hidden message apart,
Amidst silent cries.

For the smile is empty and big,
Making life worthwhile.
But nothing is within love’s league,
Not even that love’s style.

For love is not the expression you see,
It is the feeling within.
It may be a one you agree or disagree,
Its devoid of colour and spleen.

Nothing in this world is devoid of love,
Even Nature’s creation around.
We are anthems of the Above’s love,
And it does the Universe surround.

It is more than just a kiss on cheek,
It is seen within your action.
It noticed in the manner you speak,
Your thoughts,your every reaction.

Too much love would never spoil,
It is the fruit of toil.
To be loved truly is a gift,
With prayer to uplift.

For love is an emotion of silent pain,
It strikes when you least expect.
You sit in the reveries of the gain,
Without want or even suspect.

For when love is hurt beyond believe,
Its like death more than grief.
Without words but in thoughts relive,
Like a Dove to an Olive Leaf.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 25th April 2011