Whatever love means to you, It wouldn't be a tradegy that merely blew. For me, it's a reminiscent of an excursion, That forbid my every troubled sanction. Thereby I prefer true essence of love.. Owing to hatred, jealously and doubts, All it appears while blind mind shouts. Perhaps, it's intimacy that can't thrive, Unescorted of it : how can love survive? Thereby I prefer true essence of love.. Every hour I was recognised as an apprentice, Was my love a dilemma or any injustice? For cracking it, it's need to be tough, Thereby I prefer true essence of love..