अहं ब्रह्मेति विज्ञानात्कल्पकोटिशतार्जितम् ।
संचितं विलयं याति प्रबोधात्स्वप्नकर्मवत् ॥
स्वमसङ्गमुदासीनं परिज्ञाय नभो यथा ।
न श्लिष्यते यतिः किंचित्कदाचिद्भाविकर्मभिः ॥ I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer”This life’s hard, but it’s harder if you’re stupid.
In the realm of hearts, where passions bloom,
Where love unfurls, dispelling gloom,
There lies a treasure, rare and pure,
A priceless gem, that shall endure.
True love, elusive as the summer breeze,
Whispers secrets amongst ancient trees,
Its presence trembles in the starlit night,
A divine force that guides our inner sight.
For love, dear soul, gives life its meaning,
In its embrace, all doubts are intervening,
A symphony of souls, entwined in dance,
Creating magic with each fleeting chance.
The essence of romance, in its mystic weave,
Is found in uncertainty, where hearts believe,
For it's the thrill of the unknown, so profound,
That sets our spirits free, unbound.
In the caress of love's tender surprise,
We taste the sweetness, beneath passion's skies,
An enchantment borne from two souls unaware,
Bound by destiny's whim, a love affair.
It is in vulnerability that hearts unfold,
Where uncertainty paves the path untold,
For the rarest love, it dares to explore,
A world of endless wonder, forevermore.
So let love's flame ignite, with gentle flame,
And let uncertainty be the lover's game,
For in this dance, life's truest art is unveiled,
Where souls, entwined, have their spirits scaled.
