Rhythmic Realm Of Unseen Love

Love needs patience to grow. More the patience stronger the roots of love. And when that love is poured and blended with a touch of gentle words that is what I call an adorable realm of poetry. Love has to erupt from the deepest core of our soul in order to fly on the wings of grace. Grace that is pious flashing it's purity through its eye-pleasing ingredients. Mere words cannot portray the attributes of love. Pure love ripens only after going through a process of soulful endurance. So my dear readers let's step in to this realm of unseen love that will open our eyes the moment we feel it.