As long as

AS LONG AS

I am not cheerful or sad The surging love The serene love, The burning love, The romantic love, Because am a poetry beehive. Always thirsty, For honey and honey, As the day gets sunny, I whirl in a mood funny, To jot verses so many. At times on angelic love, At times on pleasant love, At times on platonic love, At times on enticing love, Yes, am not cheerful or sad With heart pleasing poetry, With heart touching poetry. Neither my ambition can Nor my imagination can As long as I am a human Cannot leave me in isolation Or can live in separation.