Love, it comes in different form, size and shape.
It's colour is more versed than the eyes can see.
It may be richly red or the calmest blue, yet love seems to colour us alike.
Love, word that has lived far more than the people who have loved.
When does love become eternal?
When does it become everlasting?
Do you know the ruler that measures it?
For, many have tried to find, but have failed.
Love exists in many forms.
Like the way the wind caresses the blooming flower,
The way the moon reflects itself on the calm waters.
I do not know the form of love for I have never held it, but I have felt it.
When the warm hands on my wrist guide me across the path.
When the warm food warms me from within.
When the cool air hits my weary body.
I have felt love.
I hope you see love the way it still embraces you.
It's warm comforting hands warm your core too sleep.
A sleep full of dreams of childhood, of home and a of lit hearth.
I hope love comes in colours visible to you.
Yours...
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