There is no remedy for love but to love more

There is no remedy for love but to love more

The taste of love renders the conscience of thee,

Impounding on the senses, catastrophizing the stellar of pragmatism in its magnanimity.

Comparison is the vice of man, the grass always forges its abundance before the very eyes,

Abandoning and abdicating the love that in its surplus to him appears only to suffice.

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In its yonder, the beauty enthrals in the menace of glim,

The amorous birds of prey entailed setting their eyes on him.

With allure it shines, with animosity it gnaws at the existence of your essence,

Love crawls so that heartbreak can run in its trail to fathom the end.

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We catastrophize the endearment of our mortal realm, in search of more,

On the quest to satiate our hunger, we pronounce our own decline, loud and galore

While truth be told, humans are restless beings unsatiated with their own filled cup,

Yet the ungratefulness of the rich is the bare livelihood of the ones,

Who strides in utter suffering of having a singular glass of water filled up to the nub.

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The power of the omnipresent light fosters the ounces of our skin,

To be the light in the bare rooms or to be the darkness in radiated spaces, is a choice within

Give your life a chance, to breathe the newness of today, for your dreams to rise and soar,

For eternal joy, there is no remedy for love but to love more.

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If you may,

Let the tide of newfound joy with the sprinkle of hope make you smile anew,

I wish you the highest of success and all your heartfelt dreams to come true.

-Hridya Sharma