The bliss of love
Eye whispers to the voice of the soul
The soul merrily hears its plea
Throat becomes parched and dry
Heart beating sounds grow high
Love is a bliss not a disease
Subsconscious smoothly stretches its arm
Reason slumbers with no intently harm
Conscience with emptiness becomes entwined
Soul with dreams perfectly intertwined
Love is a bliss not a disease
Soul leaks in the body like water floating in the sea
Veins bespatter blood with sweltering ecstasy
Bones oddly imbued with sensations motionless
Only emotions surge up effusive sentiments shapeless
Love is a bliss not a disease
Divine fusion is a rare state of bliss
The spirit is wrapped in a secret kiss
Eyes witness no physical cataract as an illness
Soul is blessed with a mute, mystical hiss.
Love is a bliss not a disease
Jenayah hela
Love is a bliss not a disease
