Love’s Labour is Never Lost

Holding a forked stick in hand,

there moveth a water dowser.

He summons all his divination,

he is not a careless browser.

He locates the water source,

somewhere it lies, buried deep.

Sometimes it's already seeking you

what you may strive to seek.

To find life’s elixir,

they begin to dig deep.

Finding love is also similar,

this in our mind, we must keep.

To find a sweet stream,

there is a fair chance.

As one may be fortunate

to find a blooming romance.

When the stream is found

buried under rock and sand.

Sweat result makes one forget,

an effort tiresome and so grand.

Sometimes despite the effort

brackish is the underlying water.

When the efforts turn sour

one tends to blame the spotter.

The spotter is our heart

in many matters of this life

We must always forgive him,

no matter how big is the strife.

Sometimes we seem to be destined

to not find water at any cost.

Only this doesn’t apply to love

as the love’s labour is never lost.

the bloom of love in our hearts

makes our thinking glorious.

Whatever may the outcome

One is always victorious.