Cloaks of Love

The beauty of love is that you can spread it whereever you want just like the sun does. Every ambit of love is unique and independent. One can mince it into different parts and rehash every part to create a finesse. One may take the words big but they are simple enough to prevent the brewing smell. From one end of a bridge hundreds of complexities walk and finally reach to only one simplicity on the other end. The bridge is thus carrying heavy weight of misery, anger, regret, affection, warmth, distance, happiness, gettings, japes, innocence and purity. It is easy and it is simple to carry the load if the bridge is strong and stout enough. If one can really feel it and withhold all the mistakes by forgiving, then there would not be any foe to curve your love.