One plus one is one

Oh seen lots of poems and enjoyed

In fact stayed near to it with joy

But keep it veiled it and accept

Love is for self joy and hence must be secret

It must not be aired

Often it may be subjected to satire

People may soon loose interest and get tired

Let it remain with you and be admired

It is nice to feel and share

And it is exceptional and daring

Love is to feel and take care

I don’t know how far it is fare?

Rose need not be told that it has fragrance

Its lovely appearance is to seen and taken as chance

E may have it or miss it at once

But must be borne in mind that one plus one only one