Parents to their children
Children to their parents,
The wind is the same
But the feel is different.
Brother to his sister
Sister to her brother
The heart is the same
But the beats are different.
Wife to her husband
Husband to his wife
The bower is the same
But the beauty is different.
Lover to his lover
Lover to her lover
The dale is the same
But the calls are different.
Man to his possessions
Man to his mansions
The song is the same
But the chords are different.
Man to his tastes
Man to his themes
The window is the same
But the peeps are different.
Love is one of condition,
Love is one of possession.
Love of this kind is a web
And leaves mankind in eternal sobs
A twinkling star
A baby’s captive smile
The verses are the same
The readings are the same.
The presence of God
The presence of great men
The core is the same
The fountains are perennial
Ravi Panamanna
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-1620/
