Very poetic scenes about love, romance, and relationships!

First from an early Tamil literary collection named Kurunthokai.

When a hero first sees the heroine, he fell in love. At first sight, love. She shared my sentiments.

The hero so explains to the heroine:

"Oh! What could your mother and father possibly be to mine? How did we ever get in touch? Like raindrops mixed with the earth's red sand to form one cohesive entity that is difficult to distinguish, so did the hearts overflowing with love.

Nobody can distinguish the red color or the sand from the water once the water and sand have mixed ".

In a similar manner, two hearts merged into one. Although there may be two bodies, each has only one width.

They are unable to handle being apart. Real love has a nature like this.

One more passage from a poem in Sanskrit. The great King Bhoja, a very excellent scholar, was particularly drawn to this poem. In his well-known piece titled "Saraswathi kandabaranam," he quotes this poetry.

In response to the curious lover, a friend of the destitute wife asks, "Is she well and cheerful?"

She is alive.

"I enquire, "How is she doing?"

I responded, "She lives,"

"You keep repeating the same thing."

Should I declare her to be dead when she is still breathing?

His cherished wife is in this state.

The couple contemplates their union.

They gave each other an embrace in the bedroom, which serves as their practice space. Her skin tingled as her breasts were compressed in close proximity. What took place after that?

The night dress fell from her attractive thighs as the oil-smooth nectar of love poured. She began to say to her boyfriend, "Please, my beloved, not again. Let me rest." Do not force me. She begs with a sweet voice. She sighs once more. The hero wondered, "Is she asleep? or demise? Alternatively, wholly melted into my heart? Or, am I dreaming about all of these things? Are you dreaming?

The protagonist laments, thinking about her cherished partner as follows:

"Such are her breasts and grin, Such are her thighs, loins, and belly. She has such beautiful words, waterlily eyes, a chignon, and a face that exudes drops of beauty's honey. I often meditate while thinking about just one aspect of my fawn-eyed love"

How do we depict a stunning woman?

Here is a poem in Sanskrit:

"Her face is a lotus, her arms are lotus stems, her body is a pond, her triple fold is a wave, and her arms are her body.

My heart, a robust young elephant, has fallen into that place, but it was mired in love's quicksand and will never rise again."

Indeed, love is quicksand in fact. Real relationships cannot endure a breakup.

Our Sanskrit and Tamil literature has revealed this.

There are countless such poems, therefore let's read them to learn more about romance, love, and relationships.

These poems have been appropriately chosen, collated, and translated by academics like Daniel H.H. Ingalls.