The Philophobians

Those who fear to love although they seek her face above, but cannot stand their heart hove all they keep in her phobic glove.
Those who possess shy instinct but hide under heroic influence that persist, they rove timid claiming to exist but why live a complicated life less explicit.
Those whose hate can't resolve but melt at the flames of love, they shiver and fear make them dissolve leaving them in that phobic state of unstraightened curve.
Those who rubricate love as extinct and make "no love" their personal verdict, but yet certify their habit as credible to inhabit.
Those whose life reflect tension and seeks much more from creation, love they fear to give a nation and even much less they give her population.
Those whom I try to reach with great intent to teach, that love boldly they should fish and to the world fearlessly should preach.
Those whom I share my passion a poem to question their action, no motives to vex reaction, just a little show of affection.
Love is no mere diction, it is far more encompassing than all imagination and certain than all notion, it is the source of all existence and solution.
So when next you meet them in such situation, tell them a life of love without love is a mere contradiction.