What makes the world go round.

I'd believed
To chide, to scold,
To make people understand,

That not love,
But anger
Makes the world go round.

And one day,
Metamorphosis.
I see.

There
By the lake,
Under the moonlight sparkling,

A man
And a woman
Entwined.

Hands in hand,
Eyes on eyes,
Epitome of devotion.

Love, incarnate
The figure worth the thousand words,
All encompassing.

Love,
Passion,
Startlingly so.

Grandiose articulation
Verbosity
Not required.

The bodies
Saying it all.
Without Speech.

Like music.
That breaker
Of all barriers.

Love it is,
Unfailing,
Unending.

Undoubtedly.
Unabashedly.
Unequivocally.

And all I can think
Is that
Love makes the world go round.

- Vinaykrishnan.