The bonding between the two,

The daylong stares,

Silent words- they call it 'woo'.

The tight smiles that squeeze out,

Yea, if noticed, doubts hang about.

The picture is thus engraved,

Which returns at every free second;

After a friend you have waved,

Or when you wait for a meal,

Yes, they accompany, they appeal.

Here is the demon, Old Nick

That lives in this heaven;

He turns natives sore and sick.

Poor them! Thrown out of the world,

Yea, the devil has had them hurled!

But till evil, love is pure;

'Heavenly' as in this paradise they call
Its work is to lure

The mortals and test them;

'Love', a sweet test, a sweet game.