It Is Easier To Love...

If you had loved yourselves, You wouldn’t have got so many hearts, To teach you the lessons of love, Calling you always, sending you gifts, Praying for your welfare, Crying when you are in despair, Keeping you as their treasures, Saving your memories in their soft ware, The person they pass by may resemble you, The deeds that have to do have your imprints, The thought they have stored have your own room, All these are possible, When you have started to love others, Reaching their farms and rearing their happiness, Sacrificing all superficial smiles and glamor, And they start to love you as the wind, the universal trespasser.