True love never shall die,
Never shall it fade, until it begets itself,
With lover to love and hopeful to help,
Until it meets betrayed eyes and sweet shy.
True love is what you meant,
As you're blind in it you shan't see,
Small impediments in love's penury,
Old histories and its mysteries' hints.
True love makes you seem
Like someone who robbed your heart,
For shall it never be gauged never be lost,
It shall beguile you ever and never get dim.
True love lurks not eternal words and rhetoric of sounds,
It means neither soul's delivery nor alteration; profound.
Saheb Mohapatra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/true-love-468/
