This is Love

The symptoms lie,

The eyes can hoax,

Trembling hands might be cold.

When nights turn to light,

The day nevers brights.    

 A pinch of salt

Could taste like sugar,

A sip of love,

Gives your great vigour. 

You may aspire,

You may retire,

Make a move

or lie in hateful loom.

Run all you can,

Veil all you might.

Stand there ask yourself why.

This is love.

As startling as it can be,

As hollow as you can see.