Author Sri Chinmoy Ghose No daring is fatal. No loving is mortal. No serving is fruitless. In my daring I become The Truth Transcendental. In my loving I become The soul supreme. In my serving I become The Oneness absolute. [Excerpt from “The Dance of Life Part 2”] Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments