Kashish

What is love?

Is it the light of your life?
Or the darkness of the night, where you can't fall asleep? Or, to shades of crimson painted on your fingers which you can't seem to come clean?

What is it to you? What is love to you?

Is it the passion you keep at night, loving deeply every moment with everything you have?

Or it is the passion that paints you crimson, in the shadows of your love?

Or is it the passion you burn in, burning everything else in the ashes for your love?

What are you in love? What can you become, in love?