By KRISHAN PATEL
Love is strange,
That is true.
It is for me,
It is for you.
Love drives us to do incredible things,
Done only with the power that love brings.
The devout husband, the protective mother,
The lover’s passion is like no other.
Love hits you in mysterious ways.
Love hits you on unknown days.
We are all its victims,
We are all its slaves.
There is really no need to cry,
When love will be with you until you die.
So come now to celebrate the dove,
And let us all rejoice for love!