I’m a tongue on my own,
My speech is for all, one.

When I appear on the lips,
Language elsewhere runs.

I adorn my friends with a crown,
I’m the greatest wealth in town.

Lord created me free,
Liberated from all chains.

I’m neither arrogant nor proud,
In a different garb I’m a shroud.

I conquer the heart I reside in,
I may even make it implode.

My smile:
Milk and honey.
My tears:
The wound and salt.

If any try to hide my smell,
My fire will be their hell.

I am the miracle
Of Prophets and Saints.
I am the secret
Of painters and poets.

I make my friends utter
Truths, even if bitter.

I am the fault
And the culprit,
Yet it’s my friends
Who are caught.

Earth and heavens
Are of no avail
If I were to extend
My power in full.

My friends
Call me Love.
Yet, only the sincere
Can my field plough.

My friends are
Shy and cautious,
I, Love, but
Brave and loquacious!