Love 11

Love is not only for petticoat lovers Nor is only for them who wear silky loin cloths Love is also for my parents who brought me up For my son I kept it especially in a special tight box My daughter is also not out of that squire Nor is my sister driven off from there I am a unique person for my entire family So I am often eagerly waited for even by my dog My love is not like a mere sour tamarind But mixed a bit of salt and chilly, green Sometimes by my friends I am told Few times it went like tomato sauce upon a pie Till date it is all great O! Mankind! I love you all and to tell you this loud I'll not shy!