Heaven-born love
is heaven destined
Enkindled by the heart,
Sparked (off) with light.
Quenches the scars of soul
With one aim, one goal:
To smooch
but the colors spectrum
Of the skylines.
Taste the longevity of time
Hovering over the skyline;
The test is but
the sacrament of truth
To attain the highest,
sublimest fruit.
Heaven-born love is a heaven thing
To inspire many many beings;
Love is goal and yet a goal
Of all common souls.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin