Time filled in a small captivity
Dwells in peace With the concept of relativity….
Defining space and the rest
Tending to survive amongst the best….
It tracks their journey
In decade and century….
Then why is it meant
To face defeat, to face decent….
To Love , from it’s epitome
Or to be said, from it’s throne….
And being put Into a new dimensional void
Not in a cissoid, but in a cardioid….
Formed by the union of Two’s
Which leads to change of color into red from Blue….
For love it is , I’d say
Which does wonders in a single relay….
It makes Care sparkle in the preface
And Gleam glow all over the face….
Oneness of two makes more sense
Depletion of grief magnifies with the power of lens
And yes, it’s quite more wise than less
To believe in Love being eternally endless