if love is like elixer,
and you drank it,
might turn into poison,
even alive, you are dead.
all ingredients of love
full of sadness and strife.
to find and lose,
or lose to find,
is written on the face of
day and night.,
losing and finding,
love does not get tired
till death.
it says, to go far beyond.
such lovers, roam around holding,
the empty cup of love.
ritty patnaik
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-cup-of-love/
