With Human Art

It occurred internally Something wrong had happened really Why true love can not be defined? Why not we stand as refined? What does it lack? Why so much is at stake? It must be seen in entire context The feeling and attachment should be at best Love is not to die Love is not to try Love emanates from within The world is beautifully seen Treat, Respect, Understand, Experience Learn, Oscillate, and vibrate eternally at once The true feeling may automatically emerge There is enough time to think and purge It demands nothing But offers something To last till the end In any form including as friend True heart always love Cry and weep for others who do not have Any thing to dream and seek It has will power to turn strong from being weak It has tremendous energy and power As earth is turns fertile from rainy shower So is the love capable of turning desert Into green fields with human art