Love is a mistaken concept
So many definitions for it
And still none defines it correctly
Love was not meant to be defined
It comes in all colours, shapes and sizes And like water, it takes the shape of its container Each one of us has a different meaning of it We love in our different ways
With time and effort
Or jades and jaspers
Some with hugs and cuddles
Love is a pure thing is what I say!
A business of honest hearts, only
One must be pure in order to be in love No, love is not red or pink in colour
It's like a rainbow,
All the colours shining brightly
Red, Indigo, Violet and yellow
In harmony on the top of the world
Love is about co- existence
No, it's not about giving time
It's about comprehension
Love is divine
Do not fool oneself
By mistaking oxytocin as love
Do not do that!
Rubies and diamonds!
Is it about that?
Then would not be the richest, the happiest? Love is not directly proportional to sapphires Neither to romance or sweet words.
All wrong definitions of love!
Oceans and continents are mere distances I have seen the sea falling for moon every night Making attempts, one after the other to meet I don't know what love is exactly,
But I do know what, it is not!
Half love is not love
A love made without passion is not love Love is brave and proud
Love is sweet and innocent
Love is not about flowers and dates
Love is free and young
Love is honest
Love is more!
Because we are more!
And no there is no school to learn love
No Cambridge or Hogwarts!
The more we find pieces of ourselves
And put them together
The more you complete the puzzle, more it makes sense. The more we learn to love
It doesn't even take two people to love!
Love is easy
A prayer, in the midnight
A thought, which makes one smile
The feeling of home
A moment of peace
A fallen leaf, half green.
Visiting the grave of a loved one
Freshly brewed coffee with strangers
A wave of cool air to the cobblers
A place to nestle a day's misery
A mother bringing her child back from school A sister protecting the other
It can be a person!
A pillow,
Some chocolate cake,
A good poem
Or just a prostration
Do not complicate
Love is easy, people!

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