Love   by: viraj velinker To see the world in a grain of sand, To be able to feel joy in the palm of your hand, To be able to hear sweet music in coarse sound, This is when Cupids arrow thou have found. When thou doubt that stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, Thou art confused. Now set in the world of confusions, Seeing beauty and illusions. Walking with no place to go, Watching the dove sit near the window, Truly, thou art in love.