"What is love?" asked a child,
His mother turned to him and smiled,
"Love is when you fall willingly deep,
It's all that makes you smile and weep."
"Weep?" asked he, awestruck at her words,
"Why would love make one weep? Absurd!"
She smiled at him and took in his sight,
Curiosity brimmed within his fight.
"Love is when I saw you first,
And knew that all else was cursed,
For all I needed lay beneath my hold,
The rest of the world with nothing to behold."
"Love is how mountains regain their charm,
Love is how I want you, peaceful, unharmed,
Love is where anger ceases to stay,
And forever forgiveness find its way."
"Love is when everything else is too much,
For the one that you love holds beauty such,
Even Aphrodite or any Greek gods,
Compared to your loved one look nothing but odd."
"Love is in beauty, love is in peace,
Love is in all that we parents do preach,
Love is the reason for breaths of survival,
Yet jealousy and aggression are forever it's rival."
"Of meaning of word,
A promise, unheard,
Of life and of joy,
Like my beautiful young boy."
As these words left her lips,
He wrapped his arms around her hips,
As she held him in her arms,
The doorbell struck it's charms.
She walked to it and beheld,
A husband loving and swell,
As he pulled them into embrace,
Love left not one of their face.
-Aneesha.
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Poezja[COMPLETED] Highest rank - #31 in Poetry (10th October, 2016) Poems. Some, outcomes of our vurnerable past. Some, results of our imperfect present. Others, products of our boundless imagination. Mine? Here they are. ***
