"Love? What is that? nothing but a figment of my imagination" Lingering, longing, lasting love Simmering and steaming with passion. Upon the first glimpse One is blinded with the glare of desire. Looking closely, it is a shield of metal. What the world sees as an epitome, Is as hollow as inside of a tomb." The mind knows to differentiate it cannot love anyone without loving itself. "Who ever I love, said he, must reciprocate." But the gracious soul, the innocent one with a feeble voice, chuckled at the ignorance of the mind. " You poor thing, you, she said, don't you see? are you blind?, you can only love yourself, when you are selfless. The universe is within us and we are within the universe. Love is that state of being which transcends and does not coerce."