The happy or the bored
may ask what love is -
but it doesn't have descriptiveness.
Its qualities are wordless.
You feel it secretly and slowly.
It's there and you don't realise
it's living in your heart.
A flower may be plucked,
a pearl or cloth of gold
be snatched and fought over.
The caged bird sings its heart out
and if you freed it, it would also sing
far from you and everyone.
Love is not flower
nor pearl
nor caged bird
but a formless dweller in the heart.
That's what love is:
less than happiness
❤❤❤
